This evening without doubt my soul,
Enslaved, worn out by base sorrows,
Will feel the need to flee its prison of flesh.
Very far from us, from our time,
She will travel to the stars.
They will speak to her of her own existence
In pure and silent words,
And will show her a path
Leading towards unknown havens
Connecting heaven and earth.
These distant lands,
Where the tall grass in the vermilion fields
Forever waltzes with the light ;
Where we can roam freely
All the memories of our lives on Earth
That vengeful time will have wanted to erase.