The air undulates Glitters, oscillates Doubles the images Incites noon´s glow The white light, its pulse The imagination The heat rises without compassion The sun, immobile, tears me apart And I relapse into a vision High plains, high, high plains Hidden, diffuse, lost High, high plains The air undulates Glitters, oscillates Expands the senses Incites noon´s glow Creates illusions That can´t be found The heat rises without compassion The sun, immobile, tears me apart And I relapse into a vision High plains, high, high plains Hidden, diffuse, lost High, high plains The white moon falls Inevitably falls And I´m in love again