Hour after hour, day after day,

Hour after hour, day after day,


Hour after hour, day after day, Between heaven and earth that remain Eternal watchmen, Like a torrent that plunges life moves on. Give the flower its perfume After withering; Of the waves kissing the beach And one after another kissing her expire Gather the rumours, the complaints, And engrave their harmony on brass plates. Times that were, cries and laughter, Black torments, sweet lies, Oh, where did their trail leave, Where, my soul?