My house is a memory of spring
You scatter prayers without God
My house is what remains of the summer
From that unbearable flood
And I understand that life reproaches me
My unusual old age of the heart
My house is a star that goes out
How sad he says goodbye to my voice
How sad he says goodbye to my voice
My house is a garden in love
That grows unbearable under the sun
My house is three laughs that embrace each other
What do those who know what love is?
And I understand that life reproaches me
My unusual old age of the heart
My house is a star that goes out
How sad he says goodbye to my voice
How sad he says goodbye to my voice