Για αυτό ο  ποιητής και ο σοφός στέκονται πίσω από τον δαυλό να δώσουν   το σύνθημα για το πρώτο φως της μέρας, ανάβοντας τον ήλιο μέσα στα μάτια σου …

Let me make a gift to a song as I do so rarely, as the wise become wind, and the poet crazy dreamer.

When some nights, the stars go down low, the moon melts and cools the soul. When the birds in the trees are silent, it is night, all hummed Even the stones and dry branches, the sound of the night to dominate ....

So the poet and the wise man stand behind the torch to give the signal for the first light of day, lighting up the sun in your eyes ...