... Sometimes, when I feel like a loser ...

On the banks of the river grows up a love
While people see like fish drown
Immersed in the city ...

It's true I rarely find myself
In the darkness of the city
But my friends and this river,
now are mine...

Sometimes, when I feel like a loser
i go back to the river to look at you
I don't feel so lost ...

My friends, the fishing at the river,
drink cold red wine,
Watching the boats pass, the time ...

I see them, it's something natural for you.
In the dark, I tell you the things
that happened in this time,

Sometimes when I feel like a loser
i go back to the river to look at you
The stars and the river, now are mine...

I see them, it is something natural for you
In the dark, I tell you the things
that happened in this time, and i say:

It's true I rarely find myself
In the darkness of the city
But my friends and this river,
now are mine...