Friends, each one of you had a nickname
And nobody knows when from
And, certainly: neither I could avoid
Names and nicknames: "dreamer" and "arrogant"
Friends, I still remember you all, do you believe me?
Still sound in my hearings the melodies
I extend my tearful and silent hand
To get up for an instant the curtain of years
Beside the river, between the forge and an old mill
Did we play to the war, do you remember, friends?
Oh! how painful, wars extended until here
But it was not a game, neither a laugh, neither a fortuitous amusement
We enjoyed a lot ...now in our surroundings there are destruction and death
Maybe, the river continuous flowing?
To lift the curtain of the years for an instant and to see
As from the gallery of the theater...
Where are you friends? Again your remembrance enter
As the golden sun fills the dawn
Maybe one of you has calm the way of life?
Tense and without fright?
There is maybe one who is complete
Without aging before time
If you were with me, then together
We would be surprised on the ashes of dreams
If you were with me! Happy but not drunk of wine
Again to sweeten this and that
The thread of magic that was not yet cut off,
And with that thread, to intertwine legends.
The thread of magic, a thousand miracles and marvels
Until the eternity would united us with force
Without pity they murdered our mischief
How much I love you, my friends, from then on..