Yet again the melody returns which you've left behind in vain
and once again the road opens wide
And a cloud in it's sky, and a tree in it's rains
still awaits you, bypasser.
And the stormwind shall rise,
and in a swings-fly
the lightnings shall pass over your head
and a sheep and a doe shall be your witnesses
That yoy petted them and kept on walking
With your hand empty, and your city far away
And not once you've bow down
Infront of a green grove, and a women in her laughter
And a wetted eyelids treetop