Sometimes I want to be an eagle and fly over the mountains, over there, where the river is born; the air is icy but I don't mind, I'm still goin' on, searchin' for a prey.

Music is to become eagles, mountains, rivers; to become the surrounding and to taste the waves of things, smelling the wind, the fear that pulses in the heart, the joy that pours from the eyes, the understanding of the rotating wheel.