Absence of hope from day to day,
Emptiness, expecting nothing,
The unsuitability of merry songs,
Avoiding the chatter about happiness.

There is no one to listen to and no faith,
From lack of light for one lost in caves.
What spring is there?
A trap and a prison.
They took the oars from those chained to the galleys.

To a single person and to a WHOLE people
Only love, for all of us —
From death a signpost
For the way out to freedom.