When we are old, we will have the mountains
To walk inside them without the answers
And maybe the beauty is that, talking without doing it
Feeling that the first coolness in March is a resource
When we are old, we will feel grown-up
And we will look at the steps, not what's ahead
When we are old, you will stay by my side
With memories, we will have a smile and a bit of tears

You make me believe that
Everything always starts from where you are
You make me believe that
You can die and then live, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh

Have a good journey among the swallows in April
Have a good journey while you encounter a border
Have a good journey and don't be afraid to fall
I will wait for you where you know

When we are old, I will stop laughing
Watching those kids on my same wall
I won't get closer, I know their talks
Talking about the future without ever giving weight to the days
When we are old, I will no longer have an excuse
To tell you, "Night, I'm going out," I'm bored in this house
I hope you will always be the woman of that day
Who without saying anything had already said everything

You make me believe that
Everything always starts from where you are
You make me believe that
You can die and then live, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh

Have a good journey among the swallows in April
Have a good journey while you encounter a border
Have a good journey and don't be afraid to fall
I will wait for you where you know

When we are old, take me where you believe
Remind me who I was if my memories are blind
Take me home and tell me now what you see
I see myself as a child and yesterday doesn't exist

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