The Hungry Fisherman

Rivers are dark, fishes become invisible
A net, with thousand holes
How to catch a fish? Hungry fisherman thinks

Seeing the river, the fisherman thinks
How it runs and runs all through
At the mouth, at the rapids, in the mountains, everywhere at once

Sitting tirelessly, to sink, to seek depth,
Confessing evil things, asking comfort and advice
The fisherman thinks a bit strange and gaga

Heaven sends a flash
Who catches it, the game is all about
The fisherman thinks

Sun shines, wind blows
Nights come, days go
Staying in the abyss of river, filling with hunger

Putting his first step, the fisherman catches a ray of flesh
Watching indefatigably hours after hours
Sitting alone the fisherman learns to listen to rivers