Old ecstasies

Each time I will provide you with a translation and lyrics of a foreign song from my youth (that is, when dinosaurs roamed the fern-covered swamps). A song that was buried and covered with rust. It is not enough dust to hold it between your fingertips to realize any sparkle and magic in it. Call it whatever you want... Call it a kind of old-fashioned gossip similar to the singing of "These Were Ou...