The air undulates
Glitters, oscillates
Doubles the images
Incites noon´s glow
The white light, its pulse
The imagination

The heat rises without compassion
The sun, immobile, tears me apart
And I relapse into a vision
High plains, high, high plains
Hidden, diffuse, lost
High, high plains

The air undulates
Glitters, oscillates
Expands the senses
Incites noon´s glow
Creates illusions
That can´t be found

The heat rises without compassion
The sun, immobile, tears me apart
And I relapse into a vision
High plains, high, high plains
Hidden, diffuse, lost
High, high plains

The white moon falls
Inevitably falls
And I´m in love again