On a day foggy and gloomy
I'm standing on the river bank
counting the hours blankly
as the water makes my feet dank.

I'm standing and dreaming the past.
I was happy and carefree;
One day it all went away with a blast
and I told the wind: "Take me with thee!

Make me ashes and dust, make me a ghost
like you made my beloved village."
Now I drown in sorrow but again I toast
to my gone personal pilgrimage.

On this day - foggy and gloomy
I'm standing on the river bank
counting the hours blankly
as the water makes my feet dank.