She's a song who fills the light And a song is still enough This I am, a man of wood, This I am, and without shame... Someone told Someone told Someone told me That people meet to Exchange something, But different from what They were supposed to exchange, apparently Apparently Apparently My voice is one Apparently Apparently, but Concretely We all are a choir, We all are a choir... Now light... (Where are my steps, where are my steps, where are my steps That fill the light?) Bells get coloured by winter, slowly, without Any change, of light Of light... (Where are my steps, where are my steps, where are my steps That fill the light?) Once was I just living here in my land, While now I am like a tree wedged in her lavic stones, Apparently, and Concretely... Concretely