Earth seems to me a sterile promontory My arms are burst, for I have embraced the clouds In the depths of sky blaze, My consumed eyes just see memories of the sun In vain I tried to find purpose of this land I feel like my wings are broken Through the dark I escape Hear my pray, see my pain Burnt by love of beauty, I honor the sublime Take my hand, night walking Give my name to this abyss, Who might be my grave Be wise and stand quiet, demanded evening For others concern, for you a peace Beyond the skies I will rise