Our years are pills for the cold
They are signs in the skin of those who have lost honour
A succession of faces born in white and black
That remain the same even in multicolour
They are the photographs of those who have seen war
The force of a Nation that rises from the earth
A silent music composed by an orchestra
A locked room without even one window
They are all the children looking for a hand
A mind predisposed to go far
The wish for change that doesn't find peace
A sea behind a dam, a man put on the cross
They are the days where the people don't raise their voices
They are all the fears that you have
Our years, their songs
The theories, the contradictions
Where will you be now that you're far from me
My greatest love
A love as big as everything that exists
Our years are an old question mark
The present that walks in front but looks to the past
The lack of faith on the part of a priest
A painting without an artist hanging on a wall
They are our memories, beautiful or ugly, it's all the same
They are all the journeys that are granted to us
Our years, our steps ahead
Our dreams always too far away
Where will you be now that you're far from me
My greatest love
A love as big as everything that exists
Where will you be now that you're far from me
My greatest love
A love as big as everything that exists
Where will you be now that you're far from me
My greatest love
A love as big as everything that exists
My greatest love
My greatest love
My greatest love