Dunave

River, my River,
what kind of news do the waters bring me?
am I, am I still
a lone soul, on a deserted shore?

River, my River,
do you follow my strange paths?
where I watch a flock of birds,
there's no shore, no one around, just me.

River, my River,
what kind of news do the waters bring me?
am I, am I still
a lone soul, on a deserted, abandoned shore?

Let the birds fly away now,
their flight lifts a song
brightening the sky above us.

Love is everything, love is truly everything.