Low

 
Alone at night on the riverside I’m pulling me inside, so low
So perished and drunk I can’t fine tune my regrets to this tireless flow
 
Alone at night there’s a sun unspreaded in my heart, so tired, so low
I withdraw within my pride
But I’ve not done things of regard to refresh our world
 
But listening him, oh the river crying, in a while she left
And my reasoning dried
But in a while I’ll flow through people swiftness armed
In a while I’ll leave all this infantine pride
In a while I’ll mean