And, in spite of it all, people leave forever more
Leaving a bitter aftertaste in the spaces of one's soul.
Thus, we learn that by living, we slowly die
And we're shocked by the fact that this law is so certain.
Oh, my love! If because of love, I could escape form here
To there, my Paradise of the peaceful river margins,
I would spread wide open, once again, the white wings of tomorrow
Forever more... Forever more
With you... With you...
Thus, I then empty my luggage for the time of farewells,
I untie the few knots that tie me to this earth.
I shall live looking into your eyes, for it's only
In them that I can enjoy the quest of living...
Oh, my love! If I could only feel again, out of love,
That strong passion and the skin of so many absences,
I would spread wide open, once again, the white wings of tomorrow
Forever more... Forever more with you...
Forever more with you...!
Everything I'm telling you makes no sense if I remain standing,
Yet it is as clear as sunlight at sea, if I drive the boat.
I come from a world of adventures and shipwrecks,
And I like it if my song moves the winds deeply!
Oh, my love! If I could leave everything out of love,
Burning all my yesterdays so I could be reborn,
I'd slowly spread wide open the white wings of tomorrow
Forever more... Forever more with you...
And, in spite of it all, people leave...
They leave forever more!
And in spite of it all, in spite of it all
Oh, they leave, they leave!
And, in spite of it all...