They tramp with the hooves
Hit upon the ground, in the rock
Regain the confidence in the flame
Which should be handled with care
Before setting the summer ablaze
Before we lie down on a meadow
To have rest.

They tramp with the hooves
Hit upon the word, in the message
Seduce the unearthed water
In contrast to our mild
Curiousity, to our need
To fly over mountains and fields
To have rest.

They tramp with the hooves
Hit upon the vessel with moon milk
We are woken by vicious cavaliers
Mounted onto their illusions
Into the sanctifying of the seed
That has created us
That we create with
In gallop.