The light of the east shines in you
In your ageless gaze
Tenderness is truth
Deep harmony
There is a mystery within you
That is greater than every idea
And goes beyond reality
Like a tidal wave
From which is born the song
Hail, Mary
Sings my soul
Like an eagle in the wind
Which trusts and goes
Flies
You are the voice that I hear
In the desert around me
You are the antidote to the absinthe
Of my fragile days
And for that
Now I sing
Hail, Mary
Sings my soul
Like the river asks the sea
The horizon it does not have
For you, Mary
Merciful Mother
For he who asks, that love which
Is the meaning of
Life*