I don't know if the old people will return one day at the place we lost them when we were children...

I am not the wind,
nor the sail,
but the rudder that watches.

I am not the water,
nor the rudder,
but he who sings this song.

I am not the voice,
nor the throat,
but that which is sung.

I don't know who I am,
nor what I say,
nor what I write,
but I go following you...