Un pasado en un momento

As i walk across these strong winds

I hold on to my broadsides.

As i see that day lights are changing

each day to brand new shades.

As i see my sister grow i bet that times are changing.

I ask myself how it goes so fast? 

Just wait and see.

In my face i see the wrinkles i have drawn through yesterday.

As the days go i say i don´t want to sleep anymore.

Brother, take my hand.

Mother, she waves goodbye from the end of the road.

Brother, take my hand.

Father, he comes again, he was out of the picture we could say.

Now my sister walks in heels 

i barely see her now.

Now her man waves goodbye,

after dinner with me.

Why can´t this be less hard,

It´s hard to let time go.

Sometimes I think that

waving goodbye would be better.

Brother, take my hand.

Mother, she waves goodbye from the end of the road.

Brother, take my hand.

Father, he comes again, he was out of the picture we could say.