Senza patria
a guardar the waters falling
down, touch
the ground.

Alles! Alles wird zerfallen!

Madreperla. Madrelingua mescolatasi
got messed up with
sandy sounds that I rescued
during my detours on the round.

Nuisances. Bruits, ne me
sont pas étrangers non plus
les musiciens du monde et
tutto diventa goccia
e tutto canta
e m’incanta la cascata
con i racconti e le storie di giorni lontani.

I stare at the root of an old tree: die
hält alles, uns allen, zusammen,
aber Alles, Alles wird bald zerfallen
and all that will stay
is the Love that we share
here, today.