The ashes in the wind
get lost over the hot sea,
in front of the same ravine
where he grew.
The friends who went
are waiting quietly for the end,
for the last remainders
get wiped off the evening.
Time ago got together
the musicians for the tune,
and today nobody doubts each other
and nobody sings like yesterday.
Each of us must understand
how to stand the shot,
alone in the bed of a room,
or in the arms of a woman.
Brother I'm talking to you,
maybe you can hear me,
there's no mystery here,
you don't want to come anyway.
Tell them I remember them,
that what was left behind
I leave without finding it out,
their verses will let me know.
If they come to ask you,
we went for a walk.
If they come to ask you,
we went for a walk.
If they come to ask you,
we went for a walk.
If they come to ask you,
we went for a walk.
Brother I'm talking to you,
maybe you can hear me,
there's no mystery here,
you don't want to come anyway.
Tell them I remember them,
that what was left behind
I leave without finding it out,
their verses will let me know.