Day after day, my voyage ends,
the words die out on the tongue,
and the time come to take
shelter in a silent obscurity.
And one day, under the great sky
in solitude and silence,
with humble heart shall I stand
face to face with the abyss.
Then, I think, I will understand.
Then, I think, I will understand,
why there is such a play of colors on clouds,
on water, and why flowers are painted in tints,
why there is music in leaves,
and why the waves sending their chorus of voices
to the heart of the listening earth
when I sing to make you dance.