Bring Back the Childhood

Take this wealth too, take this fame too

Take away my youth from me

But give me back that summer of childhood

That paper boat, that rainwater

Take this wealth too, take this fame too

Take away my youth

But give me back the summer of childhood

That paper boat, that rainwater

The oldest sign of the neighborhood

The old woman whom the children called grandmother

That fairy tale in grandmother's words

Wandered for centuries in the wrinkles of his face

No one can forget

Those little nights, that long story

That paper boat, that rainwater

Get out of the house in the hot sun

Catch the birds, the bubbles, the butterfly

Fighting and quarreling over the marriage of dolls

Fall from the swings, and manage to fall

Those lovely gifts of brass shades

The sign of broken bangles

That paper boat, that rainwater

Go too high sand dunes

Building a clay house and destroying it

That picture of innocent desire

That dream is the realm of toys

There was no sorrow of the world nor bonds of relationships

That life was beautiful

Take this wealth too, take this fame too

Take away my youth

But give me back the summer of childhood

That paper boat, that rainwater

That paper boat, that rainwater