My life is crying out in pain,
For once to be recognized again,
I sing to the flowers, on top of the tree,
I cry out to the lake in the valley,
But hunger strikes me for forgiveness,
But no-one really cares,
I hate my life for the sinfulness,
But the hunger for pity and kindness, I cannot bear.
My life is the on the skin of my teeth,
But my kindness is underneath,
The bottom of my sorrows.
