San Salvador

During the night
Winter has returned
In the streets today
All the trees are dead
Listening to the rain
You think about this country
Whose name was San Salvador

Do you remember?
When you close your eyes
From a strange garden
From where the morning rose
Thousands of perfumes
And blue butterflies
Maybe it was San Salvador

San Salvador
You repeat this word
As if you wanted
Find the reflection
Purple twilights
And galleons from the port
Who were returning from Treasure Island

You don't know anymore
How to get back there
Who knows if this country
Forever existed
If it was in your dreams
Or in another life
That you knew San Salvador

San Salvador
The wind blows against the windows
In the sound of the rain
You hear an echo
A Lost Song
Who comes to you from a country
That you will never see again