We remember this blessed season
You, my girlmate you my girlmate
Where we were going,.daisy on the rifle
Through the mountain through the mountain
And we were living on so much faith
Of hate, of love, who knows?
On the slopes of the "Sierra"
And we were singing
how good it was,
We sang full of joy
This song of freedom
The page was turned and then we wrote
The farewell to arms, The farewell to arms
Then we rebuilt our lives
Almost without dramas, almost without dramas
Just this tune inside you
Like the love shouting loud of the Inca
Of a passing youth
This song that burns will be all what is left for me ,
Poor love and poor life
Will come the day where we'll forget everything
Even our dreams, even our dreams
That's for the best or it's too bad
Because we die for it, because we die for it
And who cares where world is going
I'll start again hundred times
To relive those moments
That song made for you
Maybe one day on the "Sierra"
Another man will sing it again