El Camino de La Vida (part. Trío América)

Quickly like the wind
They pass
The days and nights
Of childhood

An angel provides
Their care
While their hands weave
The distances

Then come
The youthful years
The games, the friends
The school

The soul already defines
Its profiles
And suddenly the heart
Begins to cultivate a dream

And the sweetness of first love
Springs forth like a spring
The soul already wants to fly
And flies after an illusion

And we learn that pain
And joy
Are the permanent essence
Of life

And then when we are two
Striving for an ideal
We form a nest of love
A refuge called home

And we begin another stage of the journey
A man, a woman
United by faith
And hope

The fruits of the union
Blessed by God
Bring joy to the home
With their presence

Who is loved more
If not the children
They are the extension
Of existence

Then how many efforts and sleepless nights
So that they never lack anything
So that when they grow up they go far
And can achieve that longed-for happiness

And the dreams of their hearts
Spring forth like a spring
Their souls already want to fly
And fly after an illusion

And they discover that pain
And joy
Are the permanent essence
Of life

But then when they leave
Some without saying goodbye
The cold of loneliness
Strikes our hearts

That's why, my love, I ask you
As I ask God
If I reach old age, be with me