In a house as lively as an elephant's heart the artists dwell,
Where they dream in lucid streams upon a beam,
Where their magic and their passion swell,
Which bears aloft their art supreme.

Inside its walls bleed molten colour, adorned by light,
Immortal, transcendent music plays from wayfarer's hands,
All joy and all love soars in there, eternal delight,
As if the place enchanted by magician's wanton wand.