The Yearning
I ride through day and nightListen wind, they art my fellowsEternally I am looking for the eyeInside my heartThe yearning growsI rode through the forest of imagesOver mountains have IBut it seems they touch the skyRun through meadows so lonelyWrestled up streams so cleanMy lips art so coldWhere is the tongue that melts the ice and snow?My grief is infiniteWhere are art thou who heals my wounds?I ride through day and dark skiesCrystal wind bring me my fellowsEternally I am looking for the eyeThe palace of the earth