e atata moarte in aer
si atata viata in pamant
atata puritate in fraier
si atata mizerie in cel sfant

e atata lupta in apa
si atata pace in foc
atata ghinion in papa
si-n copil atat noroc

e atata forfota in pietre
si atata somn in paduri
atata bogatie in lepre
si atata saracie in granguri

e atata durere in carne
si atata fericire in oase
atata disperare in doamne
si atata multumire in al de coase

incat iubirea noastra draga mea
va lua chipul unui fulg de nea