Welcome, sunbeam,
to this land made of soil and stones,
to these lakes as white as snow
under your steps,
to this love, to this amusement,
to this carnival
where nobody loves you,
where nobody hates you.
To this music without ears,
to these books without words
welcome, sunbeam,
you’ll have pencils to play
and a glass to drink heavily
and a glass to drink gently,
a smile as a defence
and a passport to go far away.
Welcome to this window,
to this clear sky,
to all the honks of the morning,
to this world already overcrowded,
to this strange railway
unique in the world as for where it can go,
it takes you where the wind blows,
it takes you where you choose to return.
To this tranquil moon
that sits down sweetly
in the sea, there are a few clouds
but it doesn't matter
because a ship is passing afar
with all its lights on.
Welcome, nobody's child,
in this country.