In a place between the railroad tracks where there are many rivers and trees.
Where the birds sings at the horizon of hope and always fly free.
Patience don’t miss in this beautiful hill where angels inspire me.
People are lovely and friendship really make me wants to be here.

The sounds of the water falling and skirting the stones.
Sunset lights up the barn.
Our campfires and songs, our silence and noise at night.
In one of these hills, a new soul, a new life, a new dream, our destiny.

I’m in the Old West Hill.
Riding on the rails to find the train.
I’m in the Old West Hill.
Feeling the breeze running against me.

The leaves fall slowly looking for a place to hide.
The moon seems it wanna tells me a secret.
In days of torment, in this place I find peace.
In one of these hills, a new soul, a new life, a new dream, our destiny.

I’m in the Old West Hill
Riding on the rails to find the train.
I’m in the Old West Hill
Feeling the breeze running against me.

Following our journey to get where we want.
Nothing can stop us, nothing like a storm or a hurricane.
Cause there is someone out there who thinks foolish going after what you want.
But why care about it while I’m here?

I’m in the Old West Hill
Riding on the rails to find the train.
I’m in the Old West Hill
Feeling the breeze running against me.

I’m in the Old West Hill
Riding on the rails to find the train.
I’m in the Old West Hill
Feeling the breeze running against me.