In the underworld again
I don’t know what happened
I thought I built a shelter of my own
Underground once more
J’entends sonner le glas
And the mourning of a mother
Roaming again in this corridor
Driven by these subterranean winds
That have cursed my way once
But all by myself this time, why?
And my horse is now winged and all white
But the same dried tears, and desolate ground
Will Spring finally come back?
Life will recover
And a new wind will rise
Spreading seeds of wheat
All over the Earth
And gold will multiply
Brighter and lighter
Together we’ll allow life to grow
A promise of harvest even if a late one
I won’t bend under the weight of snow on my wings
Nor fear the winds entering my bones, and hardening my blood
I’ll climb this waterfall backwards
However long it will take
A promise of harvest, a late one
But my heart will be in it
Finally my heart will make up its pulses
The sun will recover its power
Over the cycle of life
Brighter and lighter,
I will walk solemnly in your steps
And join you at the end of the road
For our marriage in death
Then spring will return once more, even if I don’t
It’s of little import,
As long as we are given back to ourselves
And spread the grains
