Your 20 years are like stars, shining in your eyes when you look at me. Your 20 years are like flowers, dripping on your lips when you speak to me. Hold your fingers tightly on your 20 years, tomorrow your carnival will end too. Your 20 years are my sorrows, when you laugh and don't want to give me a kiss. Hold your fingers tightly on your 20 years, tomorrow your carnival will end too. Your 20 years, your 20 years, why don't you want to give them to me? Your 20 years...
