by the sea
This morning, I wake up,
What these people make in my head?
They exploit of the ore,
They look for flown away treasures,
They did not see the plain which smiled to me,
They did not see California,
They believe that it is enough to strike the earth
that fruits are filled with trees,
I cannot trust them because they are there,
Because they penetrated into my country,
I have to make nothing more that to travel,
That to tighten the happiness, as a bow over their heads.
I wake up as a bear, as a sun,
I do not want to belong to them,
Nor believe that they know the rivers which cross me,
Alone I hold the truth which lights them, yes I possess stars.