Let us sing the crazy song of the land
Let us sing the yellow song of the sand
Vagabonds walk the length and width of the land
And make love with it, rebellious rogues
Where is that land that was called “little one”?
Where is that love, rolled up in sand?
Anarchists walk the trails, only a shirt on their backs
And a fire burns in their minds, consuming all
Let me return to that remote corner
Where is that life with the joy of simplicity?
Give me abandoned words, a forgotten tune
To extract from between the thorns torn pieces of childhood
Let me sing the mad feverish song
A true unrefined lover with no identity nor rights
Let me return through trails lovesick over the moon
To once again walk upon shards of glass barefoot