Close your eyes, traveller of the wind

Let the night wrap you in silver cloaks

The streets fall silent, the streetlights go out

And the cold cannot find your weary soul

You have drunk the wine that heals sorrows

You have sung in taverns that history forgets

Your artist's hands draw chimeras

On walls that hold your laughter and your glory

Do not be afraid to sleep, do not be afraid to dream

No one will cut the wings you carry

Sleep, bohemian of moon and paper

May dawn not quench your thirst to be faithful

To all that is wandering, free, daring

Rest tonight, tomorrow you will fly

The rain echoes lost songs

On mud roofs where you found refuge

The ships call you from the departure point

But now silence offers you its nest

Who said the world would make you small?

What cage could enclose your heartbeat?

You are the son of thunder, of verse, of dreams

A king without a crown, never subjugated

Sleep, bohemian of moon and paper

May dawn awaken your hunger to be

Eternal traveller, poet without peace

Rest tonight

Under stars and salt

May the road await you once again

Close your eyes, brother of the wind

I will watch over your rest and your fire

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