And again the night that has no sleep
And again the day with all colors dead
There is a war going on in my head
And the flowers there are dying
The silver horseman with a long spear
Rides up the hill and dismounts
The silver horseman kindles the fire
The fire that burns me alive
I blow out the candles
And leave my home
The world's not distinct
But things are known
The birds in the sky
Black birds in the sky there … there…
The horseman takes the brands
To lit his pipe
The sandy auster wind will fan the brands
And carry the smoke to heaven
So that eagles know there … there…
Among the hills I will leave my body
Let Guajo take my soul to heaven
As a white seagull to the golden clouds
So that nobody can stop its flight
In transparent sadness
The trees in silence
The stream of thoughts was
Not disturbed by word
From far away world
The allies called
This ancient call
Was so much like the Fall
Among the hills I will leave my body
Let Guajo take my soul to heaven
As a white seagull to the golden clouds
So that nobody can stop its flight
I will fill my heart with wind
I will revive the world with flowers
I will meet the old pagan priests
Behind the clouds
Where words have no power
Where deception has no meaning there … there
Where horizon is endless
Where silence is reward
In two spits from heaven
In two crosses from heaven
I will stop the motion
I will be like the smoke there … there…