He walks alone in our path. There is no living man on it ... I think the problems are difficult. I'm on my own! Rowers have not come to row ... There is silence around ... And the morning arriving with the rays, bathes me in my own light. The wind blows quietly with the heat, the sun is roasting today ... With my fingers it seems as if my soul caresses me, I hope to hear good news. I am here hostage to Fate, I pay my sins, And they blasphemed me in the mouth, but who will understand me!
