I still remember you, I still can hear your soft voice of little girl
  I can still feel the smell of your hair, my little girl, yet I can hear you smile
sweet September nights ¿when they will come again? jubilant days of love where did they go?
  We lie much!! I know,but we were forbidden lovers, you, beautiful flower field,
Me, a young lion suffering... Let me know if you still love me! the train still awaits us...
  You were a short summer, perhaps a lie but I still insist on back to you...
Wrap me again in your red petals, enchant me again with your sweet look
  Steal me without leaving traces, honey, just give me a moment
And you will not regret, I swear.

Wild heart runs through the forest,
it bathes in the River, it climbs mountains,
it flies like a bird and it screams with force
on dark nights it take refuge in the cave while the rain pass, it sings to the moon...
came out the bright sun and the heart is ready, do you smell it? it's the freedom...
maybe it's the madness... maybe it's crazy... maybe it always has been crazy,
but its soul is that of a child.

They say they hear its shouts of joy, they say it talk with the animals,
they say it grew up in nature and its youth is eternal...
its loneliness is its best friend, it never need anyone, it know what to do, i know...
its limit is the sky, I can hear its laugh

From day to day years pass,
from night to night  hours are over
    and when you blink, the clock stops.
The good days will be memories...
the blue nights will be lost.
Women, vices and love...
photos, flowers and pain.