Letra de Archaic Dance

Over steppes and a field, mountains and valleys,
Over the oak groves, covered with yellowed leaves,
Over stubbles, beaten by a winter whirlwind,
With a cry which is sad as a cry for a better destiny,

Over poor villages, uncovered
houses, abraded and empty barns,
Over dark, sad, bare people,
You are floating on a misty azure.

Whither? Whither? Or to the better green land,
Bathed in light, full of greens,
You are rushing away and it seems you strung on a thread?

Oh, wait! Here in a misty and wet ravine
With a crippled wing your brother dries in anguish!
Take me away, brothers! Where are you? Where are you?..