The stars hid beneath the cloudy skies,
Never shinning in their rays at day...

Of blooming thoughts and dreams,
Of hopes to live to see the 'morrow...

Ages speak and roll its time,
And never is her language known to us...

Dancing in the rain of sorrows,
While basking under the shade of the fruitless...

Caught in a web of traps
That binds the hapless bird...