I have worked hard with these hands Ploughed the waters with the fishes, Cultivated the skies together with the birds, And crossed your currents A number of times, Both by bridge and by boat and Look, you didn't make me rich!
If this is what you want I will offer a last prayer to you; Gather me in your bosom Where I can live together with fishes, Occasionally soar into the skies To converse with the birds and Then rock me to sleep.
