The wind blew in the wheat field...
The wheat was dancing, he played again;
His back was to me, when I turned I saw;
His eyes were shining, but he played again;
Life sometimes swells
Try to be calm and steady;
Fall into the depths, let go
Like deep breaths;
Liberation is not an escape. Behind every knot
Is a way of fighting;
This facing means touching reality
And escaping from the hated shelter...