Gloomy evenings, deserted roads, if you ever call, come back

 Gloomy evenings, deserted roads, if you ever call, come back.

Gloomy evenings, deserted roads, if you ever call, come back

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Gloomy evenings, deserted roads  if you ever call, come back.

Gloomy evenings, deserted roads  never come back

If the torment of retribution comes in someone's eyes  come back

Now live in new valleys  new landscapes   but my life

One by one  when they leave you  come back

They return to their shelters in the evening

If those birds ever tell a story, come back

Faint memories of the weak moments of the new age

Come back to the closed rooms of your dreams

I write this in the air every day and send it to him

Good weather   if you smile in the mountains   come back

If they leave you in the dark and forget you    your companions

And if you burn yourselves for your own sake    then return