People who storm of wild caves
Came out in fury,
On all sides we sow the ravages
And terror.

Go, God tells us that we unleashed,
And we will.
As we cut a reed oak
In the valleys.

The vast seas that separate worlds
Troubling the waters,
On the rocks we tear the air.
And vessels.

Come winter, through the branches
Withered wood,
Our long run murmuring eddies.
And long cries.

Noisily walking storms.
In the sky,
We mugissons and trumpets
Judgement.

Evening breezes, winds t'aube nascent
Weak and soft;
You do not know what soul trembling.
Stirs in us.

Caressing like a swarm of geniuses
The happy songs,
You touch your blessed wings
The wild flowers.

People who storm of wild caves
Came out in fury,
On all sides we sow the ravages
And terror.

Goal distance, long journey to make,
It is not.
We are taking one or the other hemisphere
In four steps.

Limitless sky, ocean without cliff
Sol flattened
The only area where we are at ease,
Is infinity.

Is the infinite, this area sublime,
unlimited
Where we sing with one voice
Freedom!