There are no other men
as dear as him.
He still daydreams
and doesn't love sadness.
We are very similar
but I don't daydream
I belong to another world
where he would live badly.
Dear, dear old boy
now you're running with time
and you're not running in the wind anymore.
I have your blood in my veins
and I carry you in my heart.
His eyes are good,
hair all white.
On the shoulders he carries the weight
of a life with no joys.
Time spins his wheel
there's some who are born, some who die,
but the story of my father
it's of a timeless man.
Dear, dear old boy
now you're running with time
and you're not running in the wind anymore.
I have your blood in my veins
and I carry you in my heart.
I have your blood in my veins
and I carry you in my heart.