Lyric

La… la… tu… tu… tururu…

I write the words that flicker and fade

Just singing me, as I am, no charade

I have no talent, not a single spark

I can’t write well, my pen just leaves a mark

I wasn’t born into a perfect home

But I had a family I could call my own

No special story, no grand display

No epic song to write today

I’ve lived my life in peace and calm

Grateful for each gentle, quiet palm

Nothing happens, and I do not chase

Yet I treasure the small dramas in this place

I write the memories that flicker and fade

Singing the me from back in those days

Ordinary life, nothing to declare

No grand adventures, just living here

Drifting in days that feel the same

Clinging to memories that won’t remain

Wanting to do something, but what was it?

Holding onto faint hopes, bit by bit

I dream of love like in comics and books

The music on the streets, oh how it hooks

Sad songs are beautiful, I must admit

Experiences I’ve never had, but I want a bit

I know it’s selfish, wishing for more

But I can’t help it, it’s who I’m for

I write the words that flicker and fade

Just singing me, as I am, no charade

I have no talent, not a single spark

I can’t write well, my pen just leaves a mark

I write the memories that flicker and fade

Singing the me from back in those days

Ordinary life, nothing to declare

No grand adventures, just living here

La… la… tu… tu… tururu…