Those wishes were never fulfilled,
although there were so many lights
announcing the arrival of adulthood
as if it were something to celebrate
inside a body full of sorrows.

Don't wait for me!
Cut your heart in half
and then tear up your soul,
and I'll know if you are ready
to break these chains.

So many promises, so little time;
this thought chases me
even as I chase the wasted years
with a youth based on wished.
Oh so many celebrations, so little time!

Wait another year!
Look at these seventeen candles
and then wait for the last,
and I'll know if you are ready
to wait until the month of June.

If aging means to forget my innocence,
so I get old day by day, without will to take back
everything I lost after some flames were put out.
Flames which celebrate the absence of freedom,
freedom which dies when there's no youth.

Please wait until you get old!
Until there's a solution,
until there's no problem
and I'll ask if you are ready
to blow the candles out.