I guess the flickering
Of the lights that in the distance
They mark my return
They are the same ones that illuminated
With their pale reflections
Deep hours of pain
And although I did not want the return
You always return to your first love
The quiet street where the echo said
Yours is his life, yours is his love
Under the mocking gaze of the stars
Who with indifference today see me return
Return, with a withered forehead
The snows of time silvered my temple
To feel, that it is a breath of life
That twenty years is nothing, how feverish the gaze
Wandering in the shadows it seeks you and names you
Live, with the soul clinging
To a sweet memory, that I cry again
I am afraid of the encounter
With the past that returns
To meet my life
I am afraid of the nights
That, populated of memories
They chain my dream
But the traveler who flees
Sooner or later he stops his walk
And although the oblivion that destroys everything
Has killed my old illusion
I keep hidden a humble hope
Which is all the fortune of my heart