A city of white houses
Where Mondays are Sundays
Where winter has the sweetness of spring
I see the streets of Athens in Mediterranean blue
My childhood has scents of the Orient
The birds of my youth
Never changed address
Birds are always afraid of the cold
Me, a solitary wanderer
br/>I have traveled around the Earth
I am coming back to tell you that I feel bad for you
The birds of my youth
Knew how to keep your tenderness
The birds are happier than me
I have seen so many landscapes
And I am coming back from the trip
To tell you I love you if you will have me
A girl with black hair
Who dance among guitars
On a beach in the summer sun
Children playing outside
And boats leave the port
Carried away by a wind of freedom
The birds of my youth
Never changed address
Birds are always afraid of the cold
Me wanderer solitary
I have traveled around the Earth
I am coming back to tell you that I feel bad for you
The birds of my youth
Knew how to keep your tenderness
The birds are happier than me
I have seen so many landscapes
And I am coming back from the trip
To tell you I love you if you will have me