I'd like to travel the world before my death.
Even if it means bleeding too much, for see if the earth is round.

Die on one year, maybe two, to rest me a little.

Then to return by conquering as long as my teeth hold these places.

And if I made nothing of me, no matter, I sing in front of your door.

And if you don't open me, let the devil takes me.
It doesn't matter to me,
I've taste the flavors of the paradise.