Transe [English translation]

Open your heart

Which I want to pass

To go by train . . .

Flowers kissing the floor

Stones to dream

Everything in a trance of love

The blandishments will come

Loose through the air

Coming from over there

And from within your heart

Or whatever place

Everything will shine also

There where the air borders the light

All charm will navigate

In the unraveling of a passion

A storm is born in the wind

It grows and it becomes a woman

To lead me

In the illusion

Open your heart

Which I want to pass

To go by train . . .

Arrows of solitude

Sing to greet

Nights of moonlight

In vain.