The sun shines with all his glory
Emitting scorching heat o’er the sea,
The river flows, it never dies,
The crows sing with half-lid eyes,
The river flows, eternal till the end
Till all will dry, no chance to mend,
Love, hate, sin, penance mixed,
Finding the path, I’m in a fix,
The dove has flown, it’s gone afar,
The light’s become dim, dim’s the star,
Blinded, tied is every soul here
The fire, the burn is very near.
The souls will cry, cry for mercy,
But the devil says, “Nothing to worry.”