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