The River - Javier Navarrete

Are lost within this roaring

And when I call your eyes turn to me But what are they exploring?

Hidden shapes that pass fast away

Upon the waters streaming

And what I see I just cannot say

There is no one to heed me I could say that I am sorry

But what forgiveness lies before me?

In the river

Those who know me know all too well

All my sins and failings

But brother dear, how could I tell?

The course that I was sailing

In the flood, before my eyes

I see the face that I despise

In the river

It’s mine, it’s mine

Drifting far away

I can see you’rte not very strong

As the current sweeps you past me Ans I can see your head going down

As helpless your cries find me

«Help me !

Save me !

Lend me a hand !

Pull me out !

Pull me out !

Save me !

Save me !

Give me your hand !

Pull me out !

Pull me out !»

I would save you, give my life

But it’s already sacrificed

To the river

It’s gone, it’s gone

Drifitng far away

Mothers tell your children the truth

Don’t hide the fate that’s waiting

When you’re born you start to drown

There’s no help, no safety

First a gift of love is given

Then the winds rise, the sails are riven

On the river