Devaneios de um Insano - English ver.

As the Spring comes and the flower blooms, my thoughts dive in a huge pool of memories.
They all are from the best year of my life.

Why?

Simple question, simple answers.
First of all: I was a kid, or, something like that. More like a pre-teen or sort of, but, the fact was: I didn't have ANYTHING to worry about, or, anything SERIOUS to worry about.

No worries about money, girls... The only thing I cared was: when I'd come back from school, sit down my butt on any surface confortable enough and turn my videogame on and have good grades, only to keep the privilege of playing videogames when I wanted to.

And now, what I've got?

Bunch of reasons to be unhappy. Lack of money, lack of girls, or to synth it all, LACK OF HAPPINESS.

My head's like a time bomb, ready and set to explode any moment. My english, wich was poor, is getting worst than Joel Satana's and, in fact, I don't even know why I'm writting this.

That's it. Job's done.