Let me ride on the windstorm
That floats above the oceans;
Let me catch within its whirls
The faith which will save me
From preserving in salt depths.

The winds are running all about
The open vales and close gorges;
Wishing to fly in all conscience
I'm cracking my life in portions.

I use to cut my tousled fortune
In fine slices and round circles;
I use to shred it with my passion
While moving with tight air flow.

I wish to comprehend in-depth
The taste of riding in its fatality;
I do it gladly as my fateful duty.
To be always sane and wide awake
I put myself between windstorms
And blue deep waters of the oceans.