Forgotten happiness

So, I saw you again The places are not nice, even if they are native Where I thought and felt for the first time And where are the misty eyes now In the light of the evening day My childhood is looking at me Oh, poor ghost, feeble and vague A forgotten, mysterious happiness Oh, how it is now without faith and participation I'm looking at you, my guest for a minute You've become a stranger in my eyes Like a younger brother who died in swaddling clothes Oh no, not here, not this desolate land He was my soul's native land He did not flourish here, he was not magnified here A great celebration of wonderful youth Oh, and I didn't put it in this land Everything I've lived and cherished Oh, poor ghost, feeble and vague A forgotten, mysterious happiness Oh, how it is now without faith and participation I'm looking at you, my guest for a minute You've become a stranger in my eyes Like a younger brother who died in swaddling clothes