| Myths, legends, untold stories |
| Pass by like successive seasons |
| Mythical oaths, forgotten glories |
| They don’t happen without reason |
| Whispering secrets |
| Thoughts, they seem so common |
| To me they don’t make any sense |
| Where the essence was undone |
| Revealed now like celestial winds |
| About my hope, my life, my agony and strife |
| The joy and faults, my feelings and thoughts |
| Whispering secrets exclude that it’s just fantasy |
| Uncommitted to a language is talking without words to me |
| About my hope, my life my agony and strife |
| The joy and faults, my feelings and thoughts |
| The message is easy to hear |
| Like the call of a goose |
| Even the invisible signs |
| Are like water, crystal clear |
| Whispering secrets |