THE FLOOD AGAIN

The big black birds

In the sky, form circles

They take up the grief

That the earth makes fertile

I lay down my weapons

I come here in peace

I ask you, great river

To grant my release

I feel it coming

The flood again

Grant me great courage

And strength in my hands

Should the flood take me

Should the storm break me

Should the world that I built

Run through my hands

I'll go east to the ocean

Where the great river ends

With an undying devotion

I will find it again

I'll build up my courage

And the strength in my hands

Where the seagulls gather

I will hold it again.