Wandering Phantom – Cales – letras

When twilight gives way to warming beams of the upcoming dawnI hover with freedomOver open surfaces of lakesWith coming of early evening when sun lies down into mountain clefts,In moonshine I am coming back in the form of hawk,Rushing headlong where forests border the horizon.Dark hostile lands, where wild animals rule, are my home.Where roaring waterfalls rush down rocky cliffs,Wild unbridled water ruins banks,Furrows its way through slopes and aims down, south.Where storms do not endAt time of winter kingdom’s frost,Where bunches of mist are gatheringAnd fade away againWhen pure pale morning illuminates white plaines with hoarfrost,Where time stays unmovingTo be formed by moments of changes.There I live in inseparable bonds of appurtenance.