I turn my head back, I cast my gaze far.Deep down there in the edges of old nooks!Visions, memories and images appear before melike black and white scenes, sometimes one, sometimes another.
I dig through my memory, I find all I once had!Wherever my thought treads, nostalgia awakes,I have the joys, the tears, the people I loved most,I see my beautiful, sweet and bitter childhood.
I see the crystal tears I shed for someone,who broke my heart into a million pieces when they passed away!I am looking for the joys, for I want to see the pain no more!Here is my old house, where my parents gave birth to me.
There I walked, I sang, I laughed and I criedgood and mischievous boys loved me like crazy,since childhood I began to seek the mystery, the beauty, everything!Now strong as a rock I face life's adventure with might!
God's golden hands have always caressed me!I live with angels, so I whisper a prayer every moment.When life knocks me down I am surrounded by angels,this is the diary of my life, no one tears it away.
