River

Will I forever remain

Walking on these shores of your love?

The shores of your love

You are the river, the way

The daughter of the mountains of gold

The mountains of gold

And I become ashes from ashes

And dust from dust

If I keep on passing these chances

In fear and mistrust

The river

Will I thus never attain

A calling for the source of your love?

The source of your love

You are the giver, the flow

The ancient reflection of my soul

Reflection of my soul