[Lyrics by Guilher, Music by Andre]
Thunders are like voices of gods in wrath
Lightning mould the silhouette of wet
flautist
The flute confuses the sad melody of rain.
The muddy way guides the step thru the forest
Rays mould the dark silhouette
near mountain
Wind and cutting rain can't blow the flame of candle
Procession of singer old women singinunknown verses
Frogs
speak in their amphibious idiom salutinall the pilgrims.
On the muddy way only pass those that speak strange languages
Everybody
waves interfered for their own spirits
To the guardian spectrus; the messenger from unknown space
Lands where none have stepped
before are waiting for you
