I've been trying hard to reach you,
Self-tormented, poignant creature,
For so long, it seems that I
Stand to lose the reason...
(why)
...Like some miner god-forsaken
In a fit of ground-breaking,
Praying for a guiding hand,
Being hard-pressed against the land,
All out of breath and all alone,
I'm toiling soil that's solid stone...
