I can discern the flickering
Of the lights that in the distance
Mark my return
They are the same lights that enlightened
With their pale reflections
Deep hours of pain

And although I didn't want to return
One always returns to their first love
The old street where the echo said
"Your live is your own, your loving is your own"
Under the mocking gaze of the stars
That with indifference
See me return today

Returning
With a wrinkled forehead
The snows of time
Have silvered my temples
Feeling
That life passes like the wind
That twenty years is nothing
That feverish gaze
Wandering in the shadows
It looks for you, it names you
Living
With my soul gripping
A sweet memory
I cry once again
I'm afraid of the meeting
With the past that returns
To come face to face with my life
I'm afraid of the nights
That, populated with memories
Enchain my dreams

But the traveller who flees
Sooner or later stops in his track
And although the oblivion, that destroys all
Has killed my old wishes
I keep hidden a humble hope
That is all the fortune of my heart

Returning
With a wrinkled forehead
The snows of time
Have silvered my temples
Feeling
That life passes like the wind
That twenty years is nothing
That feverish gaze
Wandering in the shadows
It looks for you, it names you
Living
With my soul gripping
A sweet memory
I cry once again