I tread on the red dust which stains my clothes

I walk on the palm-lined road by the orchard

There is no one around, the truck has vanished beyond the bend

And the clouds cross the sky, crowded with birds 


The backpack is light and the trail shadowy

And the morning sun does not burn

The rhythm of my footsteps is perfect

It reminds me of a music playing inside of me 


Once more the road carries me with her

I only miss your footstep marked on mine 


One step after another step

One foot after another foot and again

One step after another step

One foot after another foot 


The bar in Santiago resounds with music and voices

The girls dance happily on the courtyard's stones

The Italian tourists admire them, leaning on the counter

All around the night is sweet and full of stars 


Emilio has arrived with his guitar

He is talking to Oscar and Carlos

The trumpet draws arabesques

That shine sharply beyond my glass 


Once more the road carries me with her

I only miss your footstep marked on mine 


One step after another step... 


Last night I dreamed of plains in green and brown

And beeches and chestnut-trees dripping the winter rain

The sky was dark, and the fog wrapped everything

But an inviting light shone at the house's windows 


And everything was grey and everything was dull

Like the places where I grew up

Yet in my dream I was happy 

As she who is going back to the people she loves 


Once more the road carries me back to you

And I listen to my footsteps once more marked on yours