Through electric wind waves
She raises her hand to the atmosphere
And touches a noble cloud
Like a morning smiling sun
And plays a rhythmic drum
My heart became drunk by her rhythms
And turns to be a dancer
Clouds turn to dust;
Dust to clouds;
Valleys turn to mountains
Mountains to valleys
My mind begins to praise
Her song, which opens
The naked veins of the mind
And allows feelings to flow

The stranger girl
Continued to play rhythmic drums
Louder and louder
Until she got my heart’s attention
When I saw her face
Through the Germanic man’s mirror
Her beauty intoxicated my mind
Her rhymes stirred my soul
Then she stopped playing
And everything went back
To their places.