I don’t care
if I’m coming from a drop of dew,
or the last tear that’s been shed by you.
I don’t care what’s around the bend.
I'm unshaken by surprise
if you’re my foe or you’re my friend.
I don’t care,
what was here before.
All the corpses from the war,
maggots eating from ten thousand sores,
or the splendor of a king,
if that’s what passed me at my shores.
I don’t care,
what will come to be.
When I enter the vast sea,
I know that my work is done.
I go to rest,
every trace of me is gone.
I don’t care
if tide is high or low,
when the sea receives my flow.
It’s been here along the string of years.
Know for sure,
I’ll give the sea your drop of tears.
