Again... moves in the wind the pages of time
Again... the leaves take a piece of our life
Again... the time passes fast moving the pointers
Again... an old man tells his histories

Tells us that the innocence
Left in his first sins
That spent his strength
Running after his weaknesses
And didn't notice the sound of bell every day
And now hides behind the curtains of time

Again... moves in the wind the pages of time
Again... a new seed sprouts in fertile lands
Again... begins the race of the old pointers
Again... a child enjoys his innocence... ...

Those days will pass bringing the conscience
Its lies, its truths,
Its secrets and choices
Today the sound of the bell reveals your fragility
And a new change is born to each seasons

A new chance... a new chance...
I feel the wind taking the pages of time
A new chance
For you to piece together all your life
A new chance
Of noticing the time passing fast
And moving the pointers
A new chance
Of leaving the old man and his histories