L'apprendista Stregone

With my volcano breath I will erase
the frost in this room
and with the flight of an arrow I will pierce
that pale moon from afar;
I will be there and I won't be there,
I will continue
my invisible dance,
without traces on the light snow I will be,
you will tell me yes or you will tell me no.
The silence will have the voice I have,
and hands long enough,
it will be of waiting and understanding, however,
I will know what I still don't know.
With my pencil heart I will correct
the mistakes made by time
and with the step of a guardian I will check
if it freezes or advances slower;
I will be there and I won't be there, I will speak to you
with every fragile accent
and I will be a trace on the snow, snow I will be,
you will tell me yes or you will tell me no.
On the manuscript I will be the ink
and you will have me black on white,
it will be the eyes or the tarot cards, however,
I will know what I still don't know;
you will tell me yes or you will tell me no,
you will tell me yes or you will tell me no.
You will be alone in your sun
or I will be alone,
you will tell me yes or you will tell me no,
you will tell me yes or you will tell me no.