That each Full Moon finds me to look at for top,
Dancing with the espíritos in air,
Beyond the luminous circle of the life,
In the trees drawn in the luminous sky.
Goddess of the night that illuminates me,
It takes account of our days,
It remains to my side.
That I can approach me to the high works of the Land
E of the circles of rock,
That my look is direct and my firm hand,
Without fear to face my proper consequence.
It hugs deceased,
It is to its side,
It takes account of our days,
It is the end. Not subjects! It feels the shades in its heart.