I shall endure the storms I shall smile to the April rains I shall dry up to the early morning sun Winter shall put me to sleep I shall resist the century I shall keep the ancient pathways I shall not yield to the noise I shall keep on singing Through time Mother to daughter Song to song Season to season to season to season The earth shall give me strength The fresh wind shall be my breath Streams shall wash me The moon hall show me the way Long line of females Keeping alive the secret flame Shall keep on gathering The herbs that heal The cuckoo-flower for coughing and colds The p'cun dulz for a raucous voice The erba taca if you get St Anthony's fire The cutting grass for wounds Dandelion for stomach-ache Polmonaria if you cannot breathe well For the bile, erba fumarèina Rosemary if you are tired You woods in the mountains You stones smoothened by the river You eternal waves of the sea I shall not fail you They shall never separate us They shall not violate our secrets They shall not loosen the ties I shall keep on singing