É por isso que eu vivo

I'm the spoken and open word
I'm the root
I'm the throat of a man who speaks
And knows what he says
I'm the silence of the dark that I think
Of the things I say

I'm a child of time, I'm the fury of the wind
I'm the strength of the wheat
Oh, I'm earth, I'm sorrow
I'm wind, I'm water
I'm beginning and end
Ah, don't drown my tears
Don't tear my song
Don't take me away from myself

Oh, if I could be everything
Be dead, be alive, be fire, be linen
Oh, if I could be body, be soul
Be fruit, be bread, and be wine
I'm the seed that dies and burns
And doesn't even get to be born
I'm the poet born from the earth
With everything to say
If I speak, if I sing, if I talk, if I bite
If I delay, it's for me
I'm the delay of the time that cries
Inside the end

Oh, the distance that goes
From the barn to the loom
From the singer to the reaper
Oh, the difference that the
Moon has when it comes
Under the January sky
Oh, how I feel the desire
Plowing through my body
And drying my tears

Oh, how I feel the truth harvesting my wheat
Hovering over my astonishment
And that's why I say
That I'm strong and I'm alive
And that's why I continue
And that's why I sing
Oh, I'm earth, I'm sorrow
I'm wind, I'm water, I'm
Beginning and end