• Let him through,
    The one who's crossing your way.
    He's full of dawn and moonlight
    Let him walk, say nothing
    Come what may.

    Let him, he will only drink
    Dream water from some fountain,
    or picking flowers from some
    unknown garden
    that he knows.

    He comes from nobody's land,
    where he lives
    where he comes back after dawn.
    Let him, so, get through now
    He's full of loneliness
    that will be a star in his final bow.