Clara: I hate this country. Day by day, it takes you away from me. I know you're doing your best, ut you have less and less time, and now I'm alone.
Clara: Soon I'll get up, and we will go away. I'm happy, because you are here. But I would like to see you smile, as before.
Poor guy! His wife died, he avenged himself. It's all over for him now.
"She will come home soon and I'll tell her:
Everything's ready, everything's fine.
Look what I've built while you were away.
Look at this land that I've bought,
and everything around that I own.
Look at the great harvest in the night, all white, with blood stains.
Look what the land has created, and all this beauty that took the place of love. "