A pine tree among yellow bushes
Erect like a spear, the wind rushes
To caress its leaves
He soothers with joy, yet doesn't dismiss
His eternal vigilance over the mist

Blind with no eyes, in the abyss
He cannot see
The ragged old mountain, holding him
Grasping tight his knees

Fly up high, to the sky
The wind hiss
Make love to the clouds
Penetrate their midst
Soft curly vapors, of a Rosy blue hisp

Temptation seems high to
The evergreen tree
Like a cactus in a vast desert
Dry and yellow as far as the eye can see

With the rouge wind
Riding his green flesh
Erupting his ecstasy,
Onward destiny

To wait for the big fire
To carry his soul across the sea
Where his ashes will mingle
In his last glorious act of piracy

Indeed, a noble worthy value
To be eternally free