Là Où Naissent Les Couleurs Nouvelles

I've always lived here yet
Like a wandering stranger
On this land, lonely,
In perpetual detachment,
I hear within me the call of another universe
Resonating bitterly.

Eyes fixed towards the sky,
Bearing the burden of my body,
I perceive my home
Lost in the clouds.
Too much heaviness here, stubborn arms
Holding back wandering spirits
On the verge of escaping.

From down here I perceive my home,
Its eternal meadows
Lost in the clouds.
Where new colors are born,
Where my heart and soul have remained.