The singer goes around the world
smiling or brooding

The singer goes on the ground
in white peace or in red war.

On the back of the elephant
by huge hallucinatory India.

In palanquin and fine silk
through the heart of China;

by car in Lutetia;
in a black gondola in Venice;

on the pampas and the plains
in the American colts;

by the river, goes in the canoe,
or you see him on the bow

of a steamer on the vast sea,
or in a sleeping-car car.

The dromedary of the desert,
Live boat, takes you to a port.

On the fast sled climbs
in the whiteness of the steppe.

Or in the crystal silence
who loves the northern lights.

The cantor goes on foot through the meadows,
between crops and livestock.

And he enters his London on the train,
and in ass to his Jerusalem.

With couriers and with bad,
the singer goes for humanity.

In song it flies, with its wings:
Harmony and Eternity.