Teksty: Eduardo Cautiño. Viajero. Edge Of The River.

Need understanding tomorrow
if we can't embrace today
I only have the fruits of sorrow
Just like an empty church on monday

So come with me to the edge of the river
Down by that old wooden bridge we used to cross
That we may in time recover
what with time has now been lost.

I know a place out on the edge of time
where we can forget today
and relive the days we left behind
out on the shores where dreamers drift away

so follow me to the edge of the river
Down by that old wooden bridge we used to cross
That we may in time recover
the golden pieces of time we lost.

Visit places long forgotten
in the bends of the heart's road
where we can watch the water flow

so follow me to the edge of the river
Down by that old wooden bridge we used to cross
That we may in time discover
that all this time was never really lost.


(Gracias a Margarita por esta letra)