In the underworld again 
I don’t know what happened 
I thought I built a shelter of my own 
Underground once more 
J’entends sonner le glas 
And the mourning of a mother 
Roaming again in this corridor 
Driven by these subterranean winds 
That have cursed my way once 
But all by myself this time, why? 
And my horse is now winged and all white 
But the same dried tears, and desolate ground 
Will Spring finally come back? 
Life will recover 
And a new wind will rise 
Spreading seeds of wheat 
All over the Earth 
And gold will multiply 
Brighter and lighter 
Together we’ll allow life to grow 
A promise of harvest even if a late one 
I won’t bend under the weight of snow on my wings 
Nor fear the winds entering my bones, and hardening my blood 
I’ll climb this waterfall backwards 
However long it will take 
A promise of harvest, a late one 
But my heart will be in it 
Finally my heart will make up its pulses 
The sun will recover its power 
Over the cycle of life 
Brighter and lighter, 
I will walk solemnly in your steps 
And join you at the end of the road 
For our marriage in death 
Then spring will return once more, even if I don’t 
It’s of little import, 
As long as we are given back to ourselves 
And spread the grains