I guess the blink
From the lights that in the distance,
They are marking my return.
They are the same ones that illuminated,
With its pale reflections,
Hondas hours of pain.
And although I did not want the return,
He always turns to first love.
The quiet street where the echo said:
'Tuya is your life, yours is your love',
Under the mocking look of the stars
That with indifference today they see me return.
Return,
With the withered forehead,
The snows of time
They plated my temple.
Feel,
What a breath is life,
That twenty years is nothing,
How feverish the look
Wandering in the shadows
It looks for you and names you.
Live,
With the soul clinging
To a sweet memory,
That I cry again.
I'm afraid of the meeting
With the past that returns
To face my life.
I'm afraid of the nights
That, populated with memories,
Start my dream.
But the traveler who flees,
Sooner or later he stops his walk.
And although oblivion, that everything destroys,
I have killed my old illusion,
Keep hidden a humble hope,
That is all the fortune of my heart.
Return,
With the withered forehead,
The snows of time
They plated my temple.
Feel,
What a breath is life,
That twenty years is nothing,
How feverish the look
Wandering in the shadows
It looks for you and names you.
Live,
With the soul clinging
To a sweet memory,
That I cry again.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)