Inside an old album
many memories are hidden
Under an innocent smile
the date of some distant memories
Time, with its infinite links
don't make us think about the end
The space my hands embraced
became infinitely clear
when they surrounded you
Climbing the stairway of adulthood
you are still Cinderella
Still believing, for sure that somebody
will bring happiness to you
The time to think about about
the days when you were a little girl has come
Many brilliant memories
like the sun filtered through trees
Just one turns sideways
in the commemorative pictures,
the time we dreamt of love
Climbing down the glass stairway
Cinderella with glass' shoes
stop your feet in the ballroom
and mind the sound of the clock
There are days when you look back
nostalgically, to when you were a little girl
Climbing the stairway of adulthood
you are still Cinderella
Still believing, for sure that somebody
will bring happiness to you
The time to think about about
the days when you were a little girl has come
There are days when you look back
nostalgically, to when you were a little girl