Nostres vides són los rius, que van a raure a la mar, que és lo morir. (Jorge Manrique, s. XV)
Our lives are the rivers, which end up to the sea, which is to die. (Jorge Manrique, XV. c.)
By the rivers of Babylon, where we sat down. And there we wept when we remembered Zion. (Boney M. s. XX)
