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