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