[Verse 1] Strobe lights, the smell of smoke and night A bass that trembles in the chest, the fashions that are in vogue The mad desire to dance, to get lost in the fray Before serious life put us on trial Mythical songs blasting through the speakers A drink in hand, laughter, faces and the same armchairs Meeting real looks, a heart that beats fast A golden age, the key to all doors [Chorus] And now the lights have gone out The locked doors Only the ghosts remain Of those summers gone by People are sadder Life is a screen You write on an app But you never meet Golden youth Golden youth Regret is a blade in the heart [Verse 2] The closed discos, the temples of our celebration Now there's only silence that whistles in our heads Sociability filtered through a cold, silent screen We search among memories for what we've lost A glass raised to the sky for those who were really there When the world was a thrill, when the dream was real [Chorus] And now the lights have gone out The locked doors Only the ghosts remain Of those summers gone by People are sadder Life is a screen You write on an app But you never meet Golden youth Golden youth Regret is a blade in the heart [Outro] Just an echo... in the dying night An era gone Our golden youth
