Come find me in the abyss;
In the hell that saves me from the light
If you see the wind, blow a kiss
It carries with it my sight
I am there as I am here, you won't miss
But don't dwell on the plight.

Borrow not my sorrow;
On my bones I walk weary
I had to leave my tools in the furrow,
Slaves don't live on salary
I hope to forget, tomorrow —
That the rug on my back is not furry.

If you catch my voice — lamenting of...