Swallow
that run away from my eaves
Soon, I see that, after all
There is no spring in me
Oh, swallow,
why so much travelling?
Why don't you stop
at my endless autumn
Swallow,
Maybe you are right,
What rebuilds the heart
Is the remembrance of the flowers
Swallow
You give me the idea that the past
Is not useful nor loved
To whom only travels like this
Oh swallow,
You know well that it is late
And the pursuit of eternity
Just like it, is endless
Swallow,
Maybe you are right,
What rebuilds the heart
Is the remembrance of the flowers
Swallow,
Maybe you are right,
What rebuilds the heart
Is the remembrance of the flowers