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