I'm on the run
from outraged masses
Across the wilderness
I came to the end
Waiting at the entrance for a long time
Dumb and without a plan

First there is a storm
but you are not carried along
Then there is an earthquake
but you are also not involved
From below I will fiercely pull on the roots
until the upper world should move

Col de ma ma daqua
A whisper light and low
A voice of floating silence

And if there were tremendous waters
I know you wouldn't partake in any more floods
Even if it rains meteors today
You are just not taking part
I will fiercely pull on all twenty two roots
Until the upper world should move
I raise my voice against it
'till out of the whisper the answer wafts to me