I saw you crying in the shadow
You were crying for me
But when the sun...
Who caused your joy?
Who was it?
Because it wasn't me
I was the one who offended
Your image, Cecilia
Founded in the better morning
Yours is the song and the tree
The flower, love
Mine is the swamp, the wasteland
The crag, the pain
Love is that way
With the blade of a stone I hurt
The brightness of the water
Of your bright eyes
Cecilia, Cecilia, Cecilia, woe is me.