Nomads who seek
The corners of tranquility
In the mists of the north
And in the turmoil of civilizations 
Between the light and dark and the monotony
Of the days that pass
Walker who goes
Looking for peace at dusk
You will find it
At the end of the road
Along the transit of apparent duality 
The rain of September
Awaken the voids of my room
And the laments of loneliness
They are prolonged
Like a stranger I don't feel
Bonds of feeling
And I leave I will go to the cities 
Waiting for awakening
Wayfarers go in search of hospitality 
In sunny villages
And in the slums of immensity 
/>And they fall asleep on
The pillows of the earth
A stranger who seeks the
Unfathomable dimension
You will find it, outside the city 
At the end of the road