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Old mountain grey -
watching passing days.
Above all who die,
it's only friend is the sky,
who's forgotten him,
in his own home.

On the autumn aging,
I travel to him.
The road is changing,
with the snows I move aside.
And from its paths high,
I hear the earth sigh.
Clouds are raging -
they tell me I should stop my climb.

“You cannot come here”
the mountain roared,
“you are of those who
dwell on the shore.
Turn back now
for there's nothing here;
nothing but an end
where you will disappear...”

His mad voice inside the wind,
in madder storm, forming for me.
I'd dwell on this peak of mine,
if I only knew why,
I'd never stop this climb:

“Lonely mountain old,
my end is all my own,
it does not matter for me.
I seek the bird of fire
who touched your empty sky -
there's something I hope to find.”
In the end, he let me go,
but wanted me to know,
that like him I'd never be free.

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