Although the future is not of my concern,
thou path is my clock of life.
Strings inside the body of the sky itself
will make the heart of the ground rise.
O, shall we all not understand the power of your soul!
The wind of your voice and eventual loss.
O, the heart of mine, the heart of destiny
Open your eyes, let me understand
Let me be granted the power you have
So I can change the path
of the land passing by.