I knew that nothing is known
And I don't know what it is that I knew,
If flying is to descend
Or if the one who rises falls.
I went way beyond the man,
Almost to the level of a child
But I could not find it,
That is why I come back to you.
But it doesn't matter what I say
If the story is only one.
There's half a world waiting
With a flower in hand,
And the other half of the world
is waiting for that flower.
And for all those things
Is why I come back to you,
Mother who has taught me
That the road is a circle
And only he who goes a long way
Can find his destination;
That is to say, what is nearby
Or the place from where he started.
But it doesn't matter what I say
If the story is only one.
There's half a world waiting
With a flower in hand,
And the other half of the world
is waiting for that flower.