Loves that left, loves pilgrims
loves that went away, leaving in the soul black whirlwinds
Like the foams, which carries the wide river
my illusions are gone, being destroyed by the whirlpool
Leaving foams, beautiful traveling roses
they move away in dancers and in small elbows forming the landscape
They will never come back, the traveling foams
like the illusions that brought you, said passengers
Shaking mirrors, fugitive waters
they are portraying loves, and beautiful memories that life leaves
They braid in crowns, white orange blossoms
like pink diademas, when they carry flowers from the evergreens
Leaving foams, beautiful traveling roses
they move away in dancers and in small elbows forming the landscape
They will never come back, the traveling foams
like the illusions that brought you, said passengers
like the illusions that brought you, said passengers
if you saw how nice, there is the son you left
Only among all we can make this a better place :)