dead

Sileant zephyri,                                    Let the winds be hushed
rigeant prata,                                        let the fields freeze,
unda amata,                                          the flowers and leaves will not
frondes, flores non satientur.            be drenched with the water they love.
 
Mortuo flumine,                                   With the river dead,
proprio lumine                                      even the moon and the sun
luna et sol etiam priventur.                will be deprived of their own light.