When I was a child I engraved my name
On the bark of a mulberry tree
A name in a row
In the middle of deserted fields
Which means nothing
Just a little boy and his blade
To prove his faith
That leaves a trace.
I did nothing but search myself
In every uncertainty
Resolute as only the shy one can be
With the unlikely as a possibility
There will come a day when
Even the Sun will have its collapses
Even God has his regrets
And to leave a trace
Will find a meaning
In a never ending self-search
Another name in the row
When I was a child
I engraved my name
On the bark of a mulberry tree
I haven't done anything else
Since then
Than look for me everywhere
Without ever
Finding me for sure
Because everywhere
It's a place for God
And not for men