Those years have flown away as if they had been days,
Like short photograms, like the short rains of May.
That greenhouse effect made our joy melt...
What's left of those years? Of all that we felt?
Years of troubled youth, first victims of drugs
Their souls went through tunnels like fast driven trucks.
The world was overturned like a game of chess
Reagan, Gorbachëff...then followed by a mess...
Those colorful vivid years will never come back,
When colors started shining, no more white&black.
What's left of the 80s, of those magical years?
The songs that we hear bring us to tears...
The 80s are gone, that tears my heart apart...
the radio is playing Dont you break my heart
Like short photograms, like the short rains of May.
That greenhouse effect made our joy melt...
What's left of those years? Of all that we felt?
Years of troubled youth, first victims of drugs
Their souls went through tunnels like fast driven trucks.
The world was overturned like a game of chess
Reagan, Gorbachëff...then followed by a mess...
Those colorful vivid years will never come back,
When colors started shining, no more white&black.
What's left of the 80s, of those magical years?
The songs that we hear bring us to tears...
The 80s are gone, that tears my heart apart...
the radio is playing Dont you break my heart
