A dense fog at the forest’s gate,
I wake up and see a black bird,
Whose voice is that I hear?

Becoming distant, it gazes into the depths of my
awareness, a far-off image,
This atmosphere conveys a memory.
(Reincarnation)

From the last forest to the earliest wasteland,
I am transported,
When I sing the first words,
of that endless song,
to that place...

I harmonize my clear heart,
(harmonize)
With all the memories,
in order to be forgiven by the morning.

Inside a circle of light,
So as to sleep, I leave this dance,
And before I know it 
My life melts into the still universe.
Reincarnation...

From the last forest to the earliest wasteland,
I am transported,
When I sing the first words,
of that endless song,
to that place...