The riverbank,
A long journey,
A great battle,
The water conducting your course.

There is no route to be followed,
There are no maps,
There are no plans marked,
There is no safe harbor,
We: the derelict .

The flow: The wrong route...
The river carrying us away...
But there is still hope for the future.
The more we explore,
More we grow up.

The shout: the announcement of the arrival.
The rain washing the unpleasantness.
Here is the grand finale,
The beginning of a new flourish.