He was like angels, he
was a fountain of love and serenity,
with his kind look, he
was a pure sign of God
, his stories were the story of being
the story of memories,
his pure and bright heart
was the manifestation of mirrors, grandmother,
grandmother, tell me where you are,
grandmother, grandmother, before
God
, I remember what I heard from your lips
, I heard the stories as pure as the sea,
your eyes were the sun, my sky,
your heart was the warmth of my ashes
. The starry night
has no effect without you, Grandma, Grandma, Grandma,
tell me where you are,
Grandma, Grandma, before
God,
your white and pampering hair is
like my luck, full of dreams
, laughter on your sweet lips, in
the laughter of the moonlight,
that starry night
without you.
Grandma, Grandma,
Grandma, tell me where you are,
Grandma, Grandma, before
God...
