The air is a romance
It travels south to north, east to west
It carries the fragrance
And sound of a pair of kisses

When I walk under the great mountain,
I hear and receive them

I take my feet walking on the narrow trail,
Breathing the fresh air
That fills my lungs with nature

I sigh, my soul fills with fragrance
And the immense beauty that surround me

I leave my steps behind

From great mountain
It turns into a little mountain,
A hill, then a smaller hill
From where I stand
And look at the horizon

The air taken by the wind
With it, my breath leaves,
Full of kisses and fragrance.