The waters move,
The clouds move,
The wind blows back the trees.

People move,
The earth moves,
And mountains sink
into the sea.

Statues of marble
White as the moon,
Cold as the stones
Of the dead who are buried.

The lights are all stubborn,
Our backs bend low,
Our heads bend low
From the crosses we've carried.

All arrows we've fired
Hit the same ground,
Each of us friends
Who are friendless.

The waters move,
The clouds move,
I look up above and it's endless.