I have wandered too far,
Nearing death with blinding sight,
I sit with loneliness blocking the path of hope,
Lost dreams and foolish hopes shall fill my grave.
Little more wine and little more crying,
Still drowning in the sorrows of life,
My tears fall upon the blinding dust of the earth,
Feeling sorry for my own ingratitude.
Half the night I waste in my own penance,
Half the night I waste in dreams of folly,
In a wakeful dose I sorrow.