In the underworld again I don’t know what happened I thought I built a shelter of my own
Underground once more J’entends sonner le glas And the mourning of a mother
Roaming again in this corridor Driven by these subterranean winds That have cursed my way once But all by myself this time, why? And my horse is now winged and all white But the same dried tears, and desolate ground Will Spring finally come back?
Life will recover And a new wind will rise Spreading seeds of wheat All over the Earth And gold will multiply Brighter and lighter Together we’ll allow life to grow A promise of harvest even if a late one
I won’t bend under the weight of snow on my wings Nor fear the winds entering my bones, and hardening my blood
I’ll climb this waterfall backwards However long it will take A promise of harvest, a late one But my heart will be in it Finally my heart will make up its pulses
The sun will recover its power Over the cycle of life Brighter and lighter, I will walk solemnly in your steps And join you at the end of the road For our marriage in death Then spring will return once more, even if I don’t It’s of little import, As long as we are given back to ourselves And spread the grains