| Song | Ode |
| Artist | Ataraxia |
| Album | Simphonia Sine Nomine |
| Free fly the seagulls, | |
| they're white on the geometrical spatial line of many many lands, | |
| plumed voyagers, noble gipsies, | |
| nomads only at the price of their plumes, | |
| vanishing at the surface of the water on the vertex of dots. | |
| Far away, far away in time | |
| he had a body and a mouth | |
| far away, far away in time | |
| beyond the opaque padded border line | |
| free fly the seagulls... | |
| Grey silent sky, flight of gulls skimming over the sea. | |
| I miss... |