Из альбома: Best Wishes
Once my grandfather won a brush
Drawn his heirs with it with no cash
It's summertime, there's no innocence
My father left suddenly
He ran towards sunset with no fear
Dry summertime, running to the end
Old men never know
The right time to say goodbye
A great life to celebrate
The last sunset glorified
(Grazie a Mary per questo testo)