From Po River a wail
black poplars, bleakness
Forsaken in pain
among autumn leaves
seven sisters stand
It's the hidden place
where the son of the sun once died

Close your eyes and listen
to the echoes carried by the wind
From the riverbank
herons guide you
to the whispers of the dead

Daughters of the sun cry
drops of amber from their bark

I can hear your voice
feel your hand in mine
Heron spreads the wings
draws horizons
where you forever rest
I found you again
at the gates of eternal night

Close your eyes and listen
to the echoes carried by the wind
From the riverbank
herons guide you
to the whispers of the dead

Daughters of the sun cry
drops of amber from their bark