I guess the blinking
of the lights that in the distance
are marking my return

They are the same ones that illuminated
with their pale reflections
deep hours of pain

And even though I didn't want the return
you always go back
to the first love

The old street
where I take shelter
yours is its life
yours is its love

Under the mocking
gaze of the stars
that with indifference
today see me return

Return
with a withered forehead
the snows of time
silvered my temple

Feel
that life is a breath
that twenty years is nothing
that feverish the gaze
wandering in the shadows
searches for you and names you

Live
with the soul clinging
to a sweet memory
that cried again

I'm afraid of the encounter
with the past that returns
to confront my life

I'm afraid of the nights
that populated with memories
chain my dreaming

But the traveler who flees
sooner or later
stops his walk

And even though oblivion
that destroys everything
has killed my old illusion

I keep hidden
a humble hope
that is all the fortune
of my heart

Return
with a withered forehead
the snows of time
silvered my temple

Feel
that life is a breath
that twenty years is nothing
that feverish the gaze
wandering in the shadows
searches for you and names you

Live
with the soul clinging
to a sweet memory
that cried again

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