There is a trend, a flow, a stream
Whoever calls it, however it's called
It doesn't obey, it doesn't listen

For whom cursing it, for whom blessing it
It is no less and no more

Singing the signs, damning the dawn
The sun will rise, followed by the moon
Together they dance, to the rythm of the time

Fellow, do not fall, the path is narrow
Until the fallen ones are retrieved
Forever one shall be deceived