Aquella Edad
Vicente Fernández
That Age
That age of my dreams
That in the river that now die
Of that teacher who lasted for not understanding me
And that school that shaped my dawn
That age
When the street was the stage of my games
And my teacher was the goddess of my dreams
When a friend was the form of my being
Where are they
In what place of time that age must have remained
Perhaps their ashes are in my memory where they are
Where are they
That age
When nervously waiting for a new journey
And on my birthday I was a whole character
When my broom was my fast steed
That age
Of the first book that fell into my hands
When my world only had friend brother
And the caress of another woman's signature
Where are they
In what place of time that age must have remained
Perhaps their ashes are in my memory where they are
Where are they
That age
When my house was a fantastic wave
When a girlfriend was a message and never a kiss
And my questions did not let rest
That age
When my father was my favorite jungle
When my pillow was the transport to another life
And our table was where to love
Where are they
In what place of time that age must have remained
Perhaps their ashes are in my memory where they are
Where are they
Where are they
In what place of time that age must have remained
Perhaps their ashes are in my memory where they are
Where are they
