From the highest peaks,
Trough the mist of early morning,
I could hear the sound of my love,
Like gentle drops of rain on water.

The stars in the sky shined for me,
My love,  like a guide.
Light reflecting gently on my face,
Reflecting pure love,
Like sweet caress.

Summertime is over ,
At the valley of kings and queens overseas,
Last drops of summer love wet my hair ,
The strong western winds dry it fast.

My love shines in my eyes ,
Trough the rings of smoke ,
Dazzled by the light that has changed,
The strong wind chills my senses.
Confusion is like a drug,
Also love.

Shaken by the storm,
Confused by light,
In your flame I die.

From the highest peaks,
Trough the mist of early morning,
I can hear the cry of the eagles,
Soaring on the warm summer wind,
Like pollen in the fields.

Stars shine for me like guides,
Light reflects gently on my face.

Reborn from the Lotus,
Like the phoenix from ashes,
I soar  on the warm breeze,
Catching drops of summer love,
Following the eagle's cry.