On a mountain, my soul
the gloom of winter will pass
Like a bell, the narrow bridge
that is between yesterday and tomorrow
The evening glides and floats
My home isn't far
you also travel from here
My longing for you i will draw
because i don't have the strength to talk
We will meet during the flowering in a beloved land
because you are a foreigner in the land of darkness
The sound of your torn string
for his distant voice i will long
The candle of the night shines in its insanity
and the smell of spring is like a planted tree
My home isn't far
you also travel from here
My longing for you i will draw
because i don't have the strength to talk
We will meet during the flowering in a beloved land
because you are a foreigner in the land of darkness