Lights, colours|She's lying, moving sinuously|Reflected by the deep gaze of the sea|I'm walking in the warm evening wind,|Multitude around me|I'm walking on the notes of tribal sounds, that lean to east|Rhythmical thought, ecstatic taste |What leads me here?|Thoughts are teeming in my mind|What am I looking for here? |Again, again, again|Eternal elegy, sleep of reason|Along these streets, lost in an impossible dream|Wrapped by these brotherly and foreign faces|Wrapped by the bare walls of the horizon|Carried away by a friendly or beloved nostalgia|What am I doing here? |Again, again, again|The breathlessness of the voices |Again, again, again|The deafening loneliness of these deep eyes, like those of a mother|Again, again, again|Take me away with you, on these pavements' wings, eternal owners of stirless |secrets|