So many miles, I came from the North
 So many years without an answer
 Can’t find a place to live on my own
 shelter from the bale of living
 The fire is melting the frozen ground

 I moved across the edge of the world
 No human being beheld these places
 The whole of my life I’ve [bad word] from thee
 To find myself before the mother
 Like a squirrel in the rattlesnake’s jaws

 tale without any grace, out of light
 This is fortune of human kind
 Fighting to live, crying to survive

 “We’re just a drop in the sea of your reign
 With our tears you feed your creatures
 Now tell me please what nobody said
 Who likes to spin this wheel of sorrow?
 And takes delight from your pain”

 tale without any grace, out of light
 This is fortune of human kind
 Fighting to live, crying to survive