I lost, like an animal in a pen.
Somewhere people, will, shine,
And for me, the noise of the chase,
I go out there.
Dark wood and the shore of the pond,
Spruce logs dumped.
The path is cut off from everywhere.
Come what may, does not matter.
What I did for filth,
I'm a murderer and a villain?
I made the whole world cry
Over the beauty of my land.
But even so,, almost at the tomb,
I believe, the time will come -
Silas meanness and malice
Odoleet good spirit.