Weaving threads at dawn is the silence around
With the golden light, morning and harmony comes

The singing wind seeks Pan, awakening him
Rays from his eyes will guide the Sun to find everything

Upon the dewy grass, alone he will pass
(Deep inside the forest there are poems that no one is able to find)
Breathing the colours and let them ascend to the sky
Upon the dewy grass, alone he will pass
(Deep inside the forest there are poems that no one is able to find)

From the God of the leafy green, now hear an unsung lament
(In grief I roam the forest)
What he has told the trees at night, morning born he will not tell
(I will preserve the secret)

La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Arcadia praise its mountain for him
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Arcadia praise its mountain for him

Echoes call from the battle of Typhon and Zeus, raging within
(Remember, remember)
They are drawn to the surface, rising
(Ah! Remember, what is your fate? Remember)
To the glance to form a view of his own eternity
(Remember, remember)

Lord of the wild, shepherds and nature unbound
Joining the nymphs as spring seduces winter to pass

Pointing horns of goat, see them gracing his head
Feel the infernal fury of beast and of man

Lord of the wild, shepherds and nature unbound
Joining the nymphs as spring seduces winter to pass

Goddess of the Moon Selene, shines to once again attract him
All fertility concealed inside brings fire to ash
(Tell me, can you see me by the moonlight, I am yours)

In peace for a moment, he is caressing the sky
And the flute made in honour of his beloved Syrinx
He closes both his eyes
Puts down his flute in silence, hearing her voice call unto him

Walking in solitude eternal and divine
For to venture on alone destined you are
Pictures of yesterday, no memories
Chase the singing wind tomorrow, and another age will trace the Sun

Pan hear me!

I hear you but tell me now
When stars begin to falter, where am I as I am not here?
Reborn to the human soul