Volver A Los 17 (part. Milton Nascimento)

To return to seventeen
After living a century
Is like deciphering signs
Without being a competent sage
To suddenly be
As fragile as a second
To feel deep
Like a child in front of God
That's what I feel
In this fertile moment

It keeps entangling, entangling
Like ivy on the wall
And it keeps sprouting, sprouting
Like moss on the stone
Like moss on the stone
Oh, yes, yes, yes

My step backward
While yours advances
The arc of alliances
Has penetrated my nest
With all its colorfulness
It has walked through my veins
And even the hard chain
That binds us by destiny
Is like a fine diamond
That illuminates my serene soul

It keeps entangling, entangling
Like ivy on the wall
And it keeps sprouting, sprouting
Like moss on the stone
Like moss on the stone
Oh, yes, yes, yes

What feeling can do
Knowledge has not been able to
Nor the clearest procedure
Nor the widest thought
It changes everything in a moment
Like a condescending magician
It gently takes us away
From resentments and violence
Only love with its science
Makes us so innocent

It keeps entangling, entangling
Like ivy on the wall
And it keeps sprouting, sprouting
Like moss on the stone
Like moss on the stone
Oh, yes, yes, yes

Love is a whirlwind
Of original purity
Even the fierce animal
Whispers its sweet trill
It stops the pilgrims
Frees the prisoners
Love with its efforts
Turns the old into a child
And the bad, only affection
Makes pure and sincere

It keeps entangling, entangling
Like ivy on the wall
And it keeps sprouting, sprouting
Like moss on the stone
Like moss on the stone
Oh, yes, yes, yes

Wide open, the window
Opened as if by magic
Love entered with its cloak
Like a warm morning
To the sound of its beautiful Diana
It made the jasmine bloom
Flying like a seraph
It adorned the sky with earrings
And my years at seventeen
Were transformed by the cherub

It keeps entangling, entangling
Like ivy on the wall
And it keeps sprouting, sprouting
Like moss on the stone
Like moss on the stone
Oh, yes, yes, yes