My Walden [English translation]

The sound of the mist, the smell of the mossy forest,

Granite, lichen, and the moon,

Sewing my wings into the tapestry of life

Light shines bright beyond all the cities of gold

On a road of birdsong and chocolate shops

Of buskers, jugglers, innkeeper's welcoming call

The sound of mist, smell of moss-grown woods

Weaving my wings from many-colored yarns

Flying higher, higher, higher

Into the wild

Weaving my world into tapestry of life

Its fire golden

In my Walden

I will taste the manna in every tree

Liquid honey and wine from the distant hills

An early morning greenwood concerto

Greets my Walden with its eternal voice

I do not wish to evade the world

Yet I will forever build my own

Forever build my own

Forever my home