[Drink two cups and try to pronounce the title (he-he). Each day that passes, the mysterious pilgrim starts feeling more and more interested in humans' surroundings (love, solitude, hate, desire, friendship...). This little song, by an old man, makes him smile...]
Sadness is always
Like a sponge
It absorbs the water of life
Until it kills it
Feeling desire
And strangling it at the same time
Is like filling up the sea with stones
In roder to try to cross it.
When you see that you can't stand
Any more of the emptiness of solitude
If strength only remains in your saliva1
Learn to act
Cry whenever you feel the need
It's not good to only give from yourself
The nice part, as if "everything is ok"
Learn to cry
The marks left by life
Can be seen on your face
The traces left by love
Can be read on the heart
Learn to see and to read.
1. (i.e. words, speech)