It often happens to me too,
To rummage through all my memories
It happens to throw away only that which
Has hurt me a little more
Hurt a bit more...
Astonished spectator,
Solitary, but...
From far off, everything is clear
From far off, nothing has any more weight
The serene already distinguishes itself
And the storms distance themselves
It often happens that there may be
Those who have a treasure and lose it in a day
It happens that the nostalgia
Breaks the dams that hold back the crying
But from the upland
I struggle to believe it that
From far off, everything is clean
From far off, in a moment
The serene already distinguishes itself
And the storms distance themselves