I guess the flickering
Of the lights that in the distance
Are marking my return

They are the same that illuminated
With their pale reflections
Deep hours of pain
And although I didn't want to return
One always goes back to the first love

The old street where the echo said
Yours is her life, yours is her 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 temples

To feel
That life is a breath
That twenty years is nothing
That the feverish look
Wandering in the shadows
Seeks you and names you

To live
With the soul clinging
To a sweet memory
That I carry once again

I am afraid of the encounter
With the past that returns
To confront my life

I am afraid of the nights
That filled with memories
Chain my dreaming

But the traveler who flees
Sooner or later stops his walking
And although the oblivion of everything destroys
It 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 temples

To feel
That life is a breath
That twenty years is nothing
That the feverish look
Wandering in the shadows
Seeks you and names you

To live
With the soul clinging
To a sweet memory
That I cry once again

To feel
That life is a breath
That twenty years is nothing
That the feverish look
Wandering in the shadows
Seeks you and names you

To live
With the soul clinging
To a sweet memory
That I cry once again

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