Rider of the Storm

Riding in the strong storm,

Walking slowly, the brave steed,

So dense a storm faces,

Defying the dangers of the sky.

Stopping at a crossroads.

"This way, the warrior shouts,

Without removing his fine sword,

Follow, the infinite road ...

Strong steps, the bay horse walks,

walks, between lightning and thunder,

without fearing the force of a thunderbolt,

takes the rider, seeking illusions.

In the curve, the animal goes in silence,

receiving in the body, both hail,

finally ends, in a dark bamboo,

go straight to the paradise.

Now the sky, very slowly clear,

when at sea, they are coming,

he descends and touches his foot in the sand,

he just wants, nature greet.

Kneeling is the brave warrior,

looking at the sky, waiting for the moonlight,

are already applauding this adventurer,

the waves, and the foams of the sea.

Keep looking, in all directions,

joy in the air, will not be a scourge,

receives applause from all nations,

applaud the animal, and the warrior of the night ...