Do not speak my gorgeous woman
Talk to me with silent voice,
In your movements I can read
Your truth of heart your lovely thoughts.

Look outside our chariot's waiting,
Both our horses have been fed,
Time is kissing now are longing
To be driven to our land.

See our horses wear no blinkers
Neither is a driver there,
Only love will ride our horses,
Only love will see our land.

Do not pack our poor belongings
All we have we leave behind,
Where we go, my lovely woman,
All's prepared for you and I.