The hope is nearly gone and in the south the darkness is rising,
sorrow has bounded the heart of men and death is no stranger.
No longer laughter can be heard and no longer songs are rising in the air.
"But the time will change and the days will be brighter,"
behind the dark blue clouds the sun’s hiding,
waiting for the wind of north who will drive them away.
The leafs are whispering to each other about the softness of a breeze in the morning,
and the water is singing about the spring who soon will be entering.
"The time’s already changing."