This black crow buffs its feathers,
Stretches it’s wings and lets out a deep cry,
Can’t you hear it,
Oh can’t you hear it, it flies away.
Can’t It take it with? Like the fleeting wind,
Can’t It take it with me? My suffering no longer mine,
My sorrow no longer mine,
Like the fleeting wind.
I guess it’s been a long time,
And I am wondering if you still remember me at all;
Because the pain you gave me,
It never left me.
I take it with me; I take it with me.
Each day transfigured, each day renewed,
Each day reborn.
And the sky is pouring in the courageous storm.