The Drowned

My eyes find no sleep when the sound of your cry winds through the house day and night. My eyes find no sleep when there winds into my ear the cry for water, the cry for bread, the loud cry for cure cure, cure, cureless. I became tears, I became water with all the ashamed drops on my forehead I have fallen to the ground. I flee with your wave – my old love – from the ring of the chain of time. I come from among the scorching stones crawling and weeping with your wave – my love – toward the land of joy that must be, must be in our future embrace...