This weekend I suddenly forgot,
how old times smelled,
when I was growing up
and everything was fresh and young,
I forgot how people used to smile at me,
how my house welcomed me from afar,
like a blue sonata, angelic sounds from a piano,

You heard me, sweet mother,
and you welcomed me with your soul,
that beautiful face I will love forever,
that joy bouncing in my chest, as a child,
coming home,
coming to your loving arms,
where forever I want to rest,
and dream how angels brought us to this world,
I am coming home!