Kiss Me, Wake Me Up, Good Morning Mom

Give me my old days,
I don't want neither throne nor mansion,
My eyes go to the past,
Give me my old days.

Give me my old days,
Once in my childhood,
My never ending hope,
Give me my old days.

If I go under the covers again,
He is the one that hits the ceiling of the stove,
If I follow your flame, I can dive,
Give me my old days...

We didn't have money, yes, but,
We had a happiness, we had joy,
He took our treacherous years from us,
Give me my old days.

If you touch, a cry broke out of me,
That is the longing of the past,
This is from the longing of the old,
Give me my old days...

Wake me up on a holiday morning, mother.
Let me wear the dress you sewed for me,
Let me make myself happy with a holiday candy,
Give me my old days.

The years have taken a lot from me,
Many of my joys are gone,
Neither from yesterday nor from today,
Give me my old days.

The name of the smile remained on my face,
Old pasts come to life in my eyes,
A pain never ceases in my heart,
Give me my old days.

Kiss me, wake me up, good morning mom,
May the sadness of my broken toy be inside me,
Let my knee be the place that hurts when I fall, mother,
Give me my old days.