I'm ready to leave
I leave because of you
I'm ready to die
I die because of you
I'm ready to get up
I get up because of you
I'm ready to fall
I fall because of you.
The fruits are rotten
in the basket made of reed
Is there something I still could do
for you?
The bread is mouldy
in the pot made of clay
Is there something I still could do
for you?
I gave my own, old mother away
I gave her away, because of you
I gave my own, old father away
I gave him away, because of you
I gave my love, my all away
I gave her away, because of you.
I gave my own healthy mjind away
I gave it away, because of you.
In the basement the pots of wine
have been broken and fallen
Is there something I still could do
for you?
The linen cloths in holy rooms
have mouldered to the ground.
Is there something I still could do
for you?
I sang mighty songs
I sang because of you.
I sang about thirst and hunger
I sang because of you.
I sang about the banners flapping
I sang because of you.
I sang about heavenly mercy
I sang because of you.
The hand work of our fathers
has gone up in smoke.
Is there something I still could do
for you?
The walls that once were white as chalk
have been turned to black.
Is there something I still could do
for you?
I'm ready to leave.