I tread on the red dust which stains my clothes I walk on the palm-lined road by the orchard There is no one around, the truck has vanished beyond the bend And the clouds cross the sky, crowded with birds The backpack is light and the trail shadowy And the morning sun does not burn The rhythm of my footsteps is perfect It reminds me of a music playing inside of me Once more the road carries me with her I only miss your footstep marked on mine One step after another step One foot after another foot and again One step after another step One foot after another foot The bar in Santiago resounds with music and voices The girls dance happily on the courtyard's stones The Italian tourists admire them, leaning on the counter All around the night is sweet and full of stars Emilio has arrived with his guitar He is talking to Oscar and Carlos The trumpet draws arabesques That shine sharply beyond my glass Once more the road carries me with her I only miss your footstep marked on mine One step after another step... Last night I dreamed of plains in green and brown And beeches and chestnut-trees dripping the winter rain The sky was dark, and the fog wrapped everything But an inviting light shone at the house's windows And everything was grey and everything was dull Like the places where I grew up Yet in my dream I was happy As she who is going back to the people she loves Once more the road carries me back to you And I listen to my footsteps once more marked on yours