The girl is very beautiful
and walks with downcast eyes,
the hermit sings the Gloria
for the pebbles and the stones.
The girl has a knife
and sheds tears on it,
the hermit talks to the wolves
hidden in the mountains.
The girl's feet are naked
and covered in nettle sting,
the hermit on his rosary
counts his rediscovered days.
The girl is on the riverbank
and combs her hair
The hermit drinks the water
of sorrow from creeks.
The girl falls asleep
to dream about her first love, the ancient love
The hermit picks up a pebble,
strikes his heart and the heart resounds
but the skies remain silent.
The girl is all white
under the darkening sky
the hermit on her body
picks the flower of the moon.
The girl screams a name,
wakes up suddenly and she looks into his face.
The hermit doesn't answer,
slowly bows his head and hides his face
and the sky darkens.
The girl draws her knife
and stabs herself in the chest.
The hermit picks some ears [of wheat]
and spreads them out on her bed.
The girl goes up in the skies
on the brightest cloud
the hermit lights a fire
and flames illuminate her,
but rain puts out the fire
in the dark, cold night,
the hermit under the skies
screams a prayer.