My Cousin!

Your snow’s white, like water-milk

You’re dry! Pure as river-water

Are you away, my cousin near

You’re hiding, across the hill

You give freedom, you gave your soul

Because you are my bone and flesh

For this exaltation of mine, which you have raised to heaven

You shed your blood and spread it

For this life of mine, you became a ransom

Regardless of gender, I call you my brother

I to exist, you who were not

You gave me life, without you

Your reward without paying you.