On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky...

When the shadows shroud the woods,And the mountains are empty and bare;I am flying with the crow...

But he who feels too much,He soars in angels’ tears of joy...

The source of beauty in a man, It is humbleness and grace;Equality is the pearl of a king,Justice his scepter;Salvation is his crown.

When the Earth was just a child,He searched for his mother Venus;And for his father Mars,But they were not home;They were gone elsewhere,Out there, in the great expanse; Beyond the breathing universe.

To hear her name I truly yearn,My heart is crying out;The sense of love I wish to earn,Without a second doubt.

I only wake up twice a year,And twice a year I live;In the equinox I am aware,Flying high and everywhere;On other days I grieve.

And in the vine of the divine, There is a fine line;Between tragedy and comedy,That a man cannot define.

Better poetry than riches,Better poverty than fortunes.