We show up on old doorsteps, old homes - our old homes, those of our sweethearts - and we are allowed by civic law to carry the keys of these old, dreamy domiciles, of these old, dreamy addresses.
Aparecemos en vellas portas, vellas casas -as nosas vellas casas, as dos nosos amantes- e temos permitido por lei levar as chaves deses vellos edificios oníricos, deses vellos enderezos oníricos.