Viejos Ratones Del Tiempo

Old time mice
I know my way well
Clouds and enigmas surround me

I just want to rest
Where there's Sun, since
I don't hold back my tears, it's true

In music tears are shed
They are shed and that's how it is
Through the nacre hill
I hear other winds laughing

Old time mice
Don't pretend to ignore
All the Sun, all the sea

And the olive tree in the mountains has salt
And the fading autumn comes and goes
He who runs very fast never arrives
The night with light is seen until the day

And the olive tree in the mountains has salt
And the fading autumn comes and goes
The night with light is seen until the day
I never know your name
Where you are