The warmth of the river in kind of a dream

Hand in hand, the all-knowing river and me

Through the clammer of rushes and deeply barren trees

A drunk making blossom, a blush to be seen

I told him my sorrow and broken-down dreams

I confessed every lie, replayed every scene

He openly wept as he listened to me

And then, with the sun in the west, he showed me the sea