I was born alone in a crypt Where I grew up as an hermit. This decrepit cave is filled With petrified figures. I've devoted my life to infamy Among these tombs I've called my family.
But today, fed up with this polluted air, I escape from my shrine To discover the lakes and mountains around. My heart wonders at the magnificence Of a landscape under a vibrant dawn.
The world has something to offer That gives me the force to go further.
Again and again, I'll climb these mountains And catch every golden ray of light. The pure breeze cleans out my lungs, The road is hard and long, but not that much, As hope lifts me to the highest summits.
Making a stop to drink from a spring I meet mountain people,- strong and straight- And followed them in their village To continue my pilgrimage.
They welcome me like a king, As if I was their long gone friend. Women are lovely and children smile, I'd like to stay here for a while, But I must go on, my search's not over yet, And I'll never regret my ancient casket.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
