I forsee the blinking
Of the lights that far away
Are marking my return.
Are the same that lightened up
With their pale reflections
Profound hours of pain.
And even if i didn’t want the return
You always come back
To the first love.
The old road
Where he/she protected me
Yours is my life
Yours is his/hers love.
Under the mocking
Looking at the stars
That with lack of interest
Today, they see me returning.
Returning
With the withered forehead
The snows of time
Have silvered my temple.
Feeling
That life is a blow
That 20 years isn’t anything
That the fevered look,
Wandering in the shadows
Is looking for you and calls you.
Living
With the anchored soul
To a sweet memory
That cried one more time.
I am afraid of the meeting
With the past that comes
To confront with my life.
I am afraid of the nights
That crowded memories
Tie down my dream.
But the traveller that flees
Sooner or later
Stops his walk.
And even if the oblivion,
That destroys everything
Has killed my old illusion,
I keep conceiled
A humble hope
That’s all the fortune
Of my heart.
Returning
With the withered forehead
The snows of time
Have silvered my temple.
Feeling
That life is a blow
That 20 years isn’t anything
That the fevered look,
Wandering in the shadows
Is looking for you and calls you.
Living
With the anchored soul
To a sweet memory
That cried one more time.