Vuelve tus pasos [English translation]

Regret and nostalgia are killing me,

the tree of my life is being dried out by winter's snow,

the footprints of the years are marked over my forehead,

my beloved youth has gone far away, has gone forever.

I ask time if it is possible

if it is possible to retrace its steps

because I feel alone and I am the afternoon

I am the afternoon that goes into the sunset.

I'll find my life between the pages of oblivion,

I want to live a little longer in memories long gone,

I think of those kisses of love sincerely given to me,

of them none remain inside of my soul, just a memory.

Goodbye my treasure, flower that the years

flower that the years have withered,

without you I feel like Christ

like Christ who went to the calvary.

Goodbye my youth,

my youth, goodbye.