When you feel lonely
in front of the dark door
and that uncertain rain
touches your forehead and runs
Remember me,
my best time, remember me
Not the thorn, the flower, the flower
if there was a flower.
When the daylight
captures you without anyone
only the tree and the air
in the gloomy plaza
All was a distant platform
without voices nor smoke
places where there was
a sad visitor
Remember me,
my best time, remember me
Not the thorn, the flower, the flower
if there was a flower.
Now that there's nothing
only photographs
cardboard where life
is an imagined rose
Remember me,
my best time, remember me
Not the thorn, the flower, the flower
if there was a flower.