Melancolia lui Miercuri
mi-e-atat de dor, dar Doamne, cat de dor
de clipe de copil - copilul visator...
Eu cand sa mai visez cand altii ma strivesc?
Si unde sa visez cand toti in jur urasc?
Mi-e dor sa uit, sa iert, mi-e dor de mine-ieri
sa-mi amintesc cum e sa crezi, sa speri
mi-e dor de mine marti dar ma strivesc de joi
si tot ce timpul mi-a furat, vreau inapoi.
"Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we'd choose
We'd fight and never lose"
Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days
