Not a farmer afraid of mists covering his crops Neither a warrior's horse, leaning his head on, Taking him to an unknown road A spirit, hanging on the wings of the wind Although not wishing to be dragged on... Now everything I hear mumbles thy name to me 'cause being without you, being lonely reminds me this, old river
" thy splendid ears listen to me? "
No need to shut my eyes Darkness is everything I know No need to dream The unexperienced didn't let me dream I couldn't curse, old river I didn't have more than nothing to curse I watch thy steps old river