I am returning in my hometown
with hurried steps down the dear streets
it has been many years, I thought
and tear started going down my face
Ref 2x
The rain is falling and it is cold like
in the winter of the ninetieth ('90)
when you said that you don't love me
when I went into the world without you
I am returning from the white world
where no one gifts even a nice word
because everything is being bought with money
but the sadness reigns inside the soul