As the days pass, darkness overwhelms me I see not the divine light; hear not that oracle Childhood fancies, dreams I think countless All those yearn to believe as truth…
From eastern quarters now The sun's up-wandering. His rays on the rock's brow And hill's side squandering; Be glad, my soul! and sing amidst thy pleasure, Fly from the house of dust, Up with thy thanks, and trust To heaven's azure!
She had her jumpsuit set on the shore Its chimera calmed in the shadow Of the bank sang with Fierro on guitar And the silence sounded the air entranced