Do you really know who you are?
Do you really know your heritage?
In this impersonal and volatile times
The ancient wisdom of our knowledge
Has been forgiven and forgotten
New icons and false expectations
All we have questioned

Ignorance in the era of calculations
No answers for our sempiternal doubts
Antique learning forlorn and left
Precious valuable gift
Damned and misunderstood
But you always were there
The ground I have been
Is my cradle and origin
And will give the final shelter
For the winter or the spring
So what has existed disappears

What has done doesn’t care
The next one must understand
He will want, listen and stare
To be one with the old earth
But I know what the soil hides

I keep faithfully his sacred legacy
I hear it calling me by my name
So I to listen it carefully
I am now witness and heir
Realizing my true sources
Knowing what I am now
By mean of the old voices

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