If in the night of sorrow, sadness comes to say,
\"Let’s walk through the moonlit night, hand in hand, away.\"
With the tune of a mournful song, to the river we will glide,
I’ll say nothing more and let my sorrows take a ride.
Now where it wishes, in any direction it may roam,
You’ve betrayed me too, my dear,
What’s more to moan?