1. In my liver there is a burning coal that has pierced my liver
And in tomorrow there is hope after tomorrow

2. And in me is the sickness of a heart aflame as
I have for it types of embers

3. My hand grows weary and the darkness is dense
From stretching my hand to the sky for so long

4. And oh my liver, I have complained so I can not
Say in my weakness, "Oh my liver!"