Throughout my road, I the great love sought which would bring me happiness.
Did it hide here or over there?
I found it, but in vain, I felt it like stones.
As I advanced, each rocks became increasingly heavier.
Knowing only to make, I get off of all transitory presence.
Having only for faith which loneliness was to be prescribed.
And here, it is my heart which becomes stone.
Because only which will give me happiness it's me.
Did it hide here or over there?
I found it, but in vain, I felt it like stones.
As I advanced, each rocks became increasingly heavier.
Knowing only to make, I get off of all transitory presence.
Having only for faith which loneliness was to be prescribed.
And here, it is my heart which becomes stone.
Because only which will give me happiness it's me.
