To give respite to my eyes I'm imprisoned in the bowels of an ox And here indeed I can no longer lift my arms I listened to the myths of heroes and bawdy poets I dug within tombs of love and of the saints But the furious cry of the earth
Beats my ears again And still I'm forced to hear Now I'm here with you, my friends, my friends forever You are more than a brother, you're drunk from my glass You hold my arm while I speak
You look at me in silence But it's from you that I ask help
My hands, that are so tired All my weariness lain over my shoulders
All that's left to me is your help The air feels the dawn, trembling as it waits
My throat trembles, long waiting dawn Outside the day is born
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