Only a short way, there beyond the bend of the road
my legs must take me
let them make wreaths, let them adorn the head
of the one who seized the victory
I can already hear the rustle of wings of the owls
that sit on your white shoulder
When I choose the right words out of the milllions of possibilities
I will wet my whistle in your cold water spring
The sun is tearing me apart and I'm pleading with the skies
let me drink at least a drop of dew from a flower
my feet are pounding the ground and running without aim
forever carried by them - the ethernal courier
I can already hear the rustle of wings of the owls
that soared above your white temple
the sky glows like a white hot metal
and I stand alone at the gates of Athens
Only a short way, there beyond the bend of the road
only one last movement of my legs
only a short way and I will be the first one
to bring you the message written with a sword and blood
I can already hear the rustle of wings of the owls
that sat down on top of your white temple
the entire roof is lost under their bodies
and more and more are coming from everywhere
I can already hear the rustle of wings of the owls
that sit on your white shoulder
When I choose the right words out of the milllions of possibilities
I will wet my whistle in your cold water spring
I can already hear the rustle of wings of the owls
that soared above your white temple
the sky glows like a white hot metal
and I stand alone at the gates of Athens