The fire that dances The bird that sings The wind that dies The icy waves And the surges of rumorIn the ear the distant cries of the day that passes all the weary flames the voice of the voyager
All the powder in the sky the heel on the earth The eye fixed on the road Where steps are inscribed Which the number unrolls To the names that have left In the folds of the clouds the unknown face The one which you watch And which has not come