Return to be 17 (Volver a los 17 English translation)

Return to 17's, after living a century

is like reading signs without being wise or competent,

return to be, suddenly, as fragile as a second,

return to feel deeply as a kid in front of God,

that is what I am feeling in this fertile time.

It gets tangled, it does, as the ivy on the wall,

it goes sprouting, sprouting like the little moss on the stone,

yes, yes, yes.

My regressed step when yours goes ahead,

The alliance arc has penetrated in my nest,

with all its colors, it has walked through my veins

and even the tough chains which destiny ties us with

are like a fine diamond which enlightens my serene soul.

It gets tangled, it does, as the ivy on the wall,

it goes sprouting, sprouting like the little moss on the stone,

yes, yes, yes.

Which feeling has achieved, knowledge has not yet,

either the clearest procedure,

either the widest thought.

Everything changes by the moment,

such condescending wizard

keeps us away, sweetly, from rancors and violence.

Only love with its science becomes us so naive.

It gets tangled, it does, as the ivy on the wall,

it goes sprouting, sprouting like the little moss on the stone,

yes, yes, yes.

Love is a whirlwind of original pureness.

Even the fierce animal whispers its sweet trill,

(love) stops pilgrims, sets prisoners free,

Love with its cares becomes old people into child ones.

And the bad people, only by love, become pure and sincere.

It gets tangled, it does, as the ivy on the wall,

it goes sprouting, sprouting like the little moss on the stone,

yes, yes, yes.

Totally wide open got the window opened, as if by magic,

love came in with its mantle, like a warm mourning,

to the sound of its beautiful reveille,

made the jasmine sprout out,

flying such as seraph, wore the sky with earrings.

And the cherub became my age into seventeen.

It's getting tangled, it's getting, as the ivy on the wall,

it goes sprouting, sprouting like the little moss on the stone,

yes, yes, yes.