Where imagination took us
Where with eyes closed
You glimpse endless fields
Where the first light was created
The seed of a blue sky sprouted
I'll return to that place where I was born
Of sun, wheat, and desire
It's her hands in my hair
Of snow, hurricane, and abysses
The site of my recreation
Wind that in its murmur seems to speak
It moves the world and you see it dance with grace
And with it, the stage of my home
Sea, a silver platter, an infernal sea
It's its natural temperament
It costs little or nothing to be one more
Of sun, wheat, and desire
It's her hands in my hair
Of snow, hurricane, and abysses
The site of my recreation
Silence, breeze, and sanity
Give breath to my madness
There's snow, there's fire, there are desires
There, where I'm re-created