The ice at the dark edge of the water
And I miss you like children miss their mother
The stream gives life
Until the coldest scythe reaps the sower of life
(Kerto)
So the water flows
And the most beloved carries it
Nile, my kiss
Death awaits
So the water flows again
Blood dyes the face
Nile, my sheet
Wrap this love
br/>Envelop this love
I wash my hands
All the pain is gone and I believe you got freedom
But the coming of the stream in the spring
Makes a flood even in the most beautiful memories of the soul
(Kerto)

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