Once we were friends

Once we were young,

and our ears delighted with those songs.

Nights of storm, days of mist, without end,

happy and sad days

when the sun shone in vain,

once we were friends

fishing in the river.

And the fool asked:

"where are you going, man?

why are you carrying that fishing rod?"

And the tall man answered:

"I'm visiting a grave,

just a moment, you know,

this was his,

we used to fish"