Yet I have always lived here
Like a wandering stranger
On this earth, alone,
In perpetual detachment,
I hear in me the call of another universe
Which resonates bitterly.
Eyes fixed towards the sky,
Carrying the burden of my body,
I perceive my home
Lost in the clouds.
Too much gravity here, of stubborn arms
Holding back the traveling spirits
On the verge of leaving escape.
From here below I perceive my home,
These eternal meadows
Lost in the clouds.
There where new colors are born,
There where my heart and my soul remained.