The river flew in shallow streams
Underneath the shabby cloth,
He was lost, but he was sought,
Underneath a pile of dreams

While sparkling, crystal waters
Lie asleep and doom awaits...
Caught between to darkened fates
When end looms and weak man falters

Springs arousing from the deep
Thrust the ground's most humble cover...
Love shall wait for her old lover...
While at the bottom of the ocean,
He will sleep...