Take this wealth too, take this fame too
Take away my youth
But give me back the summer of childhood
That paper boat, that rainwater
Take away my youth
But give me back the summer of childhood
The oldest sign of the neighborhood
The old woman whom the children called Granny
That fairy tale in Granny's words
He wandered for centuries in the wrinkles of his face
No, no one can forget
Those little nights, those long stories
Get out of your house in the hot sun
Catch those birds, those bubbles, those butterflies
Fighting over the doll's wedding
They fall from the swings, they manage to fall
Those lovely gifts of brass rings
That sign of broken bangles
Never go to high sand dunes
Build houses, build and destroy
That picture of innocent desire is yours
That land of dreams, toys
There was no sorrow of the world, no bonds of relationships
That life was very beautiful.