I would like to join the melodious breath
Of the wind\'s whistle all around
In this corner of the mountain,
if I could only forget
the world I come from!
But how can I forget
That birds of death circling
Over our heads?
How it can be forgotten
We are living surrounded
by volcanoes of war,
as a powder magazine
at the mercy of the power?
And when the sky embraces the retreating sun,
a ring shining charming and desperate
leads me to wonder
if humanity has not already taken
a path of no return.