Closed eyes, empty mind
Hums alone
Thoughts wander
like stray orphans.
Where is the castle of the past,
the forest of childhood?
I begin to call to the lost,
I don't hear them.
Once there were meadows by the rivers
Fairies frolicked
In the evening I'll come exhausted
I'll come along
Here sang the nightingale
The trumpet[?] rang
I knew the exact route how
to get there.
Behind remained the beds of strawberries
and rusty hooks,
when my steed flew across
the swamps,
waterlogged lands, took its hooves
into the air in its gallop
Oh how I would find
the golden valley again
Perhaps I still have a place
in the middle of the verdancy
So free is the child in its pasture
In the swamp the steed lies down
Nothing flies above anymore
Gray days with worries
I guess their wings were taken from them
I turn with wet feet
I must get home
Far away, so far away
This land of my childhood
How would it dare to flow
above the waterlogged swamp
When my steed too sinks there
little by little,
I can't believe anymore that dreams
carry tired feet over swamps
[Refrain]
Gallop, gallop, gallop, my steed
Appear, castle, take me over
the dark abyss,
Run
back to the forest of childhood
Gallop, gallop, gallop, my steed
Fly, jump over the gorge
Find your familiar path again
[Refrain]