Paroles de Old River

Not a farmer afraid of mists covering his crops Neither a warrior's horse, leaning his head on, Taking him to an unknown road A spirit, hanging on the wings of the wind Although not wishing to be dragged on... Now everything i hear mumbles thy name to me 'cause being without you, being lonely reminds me this, old river " thy splendid ears listen to me? " No need to shut my eyes Darkness is everything i know No need to dream The unexperienced didn't let me dream I couldn't curse, old river I didn't have more than nothing to curse I watch thy steps old river