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In the red hearth is the fire

and sheltered awaits the bed;

but our feet are not tired,

maybe a rock, maybe a tree,

that nobody has seen but us,

after a bend they suddenly appear.

Tree and flower, leaf and grass,

Let them pass, let them pass!

Hill and water under the skies,

Run, run, run, run!

After the bend maybe they wait

new roads, secret doors,

and although we pass almost long

maybe tomorrow we will come back

taking those hidden paths

that go to the Sun or to the Moon.

The world in front, the house behind,

and many paths to walk

in the shadows until sunset,

until all the stars shine.

Come on from the world, come home,

towards home, towards bed.

Fog and twilight, shadows and clouds,

let it vanish!