"

with my pencil and pen

 I'll

drawing

 the clear desert

the moonlight

I'll

contemplate

The clouds

the stars

I want feel

 the wind the February morning sun

the dew the autumn the red apples the eagles flying close to the sandstorms

with my pencil and pen

 I'll

drawing

 the clear desert

the moonlight

I'll

contemplate

The clouds

the stars

I want feel

 the wind the February morning sun

the dew the autumn the red apples the eagles flying close to the sandstorms

com meu lápis e caneta

 eu vou

desenhando

 o deserto claro

a luz da lua

eu vou

contemplar

As nuvens

as estrelas

Eu quero sentir

 o vento o sol da manhã de fevereiro

o orvalho o outono as maçãs vermelhas as águias voando perto das tempestades de areia

"