Parsifal [prima e seconda parte] [English translation]

Clear is the morning that rises in the East,

this forest is yours.

Born wild, pure in the soul,

you don't know what is fear.

Those god-like knights,

you've never seen them though.

No fear is born inside.

Crowds at dawn, you want to know

what is not in the woods.

You have discovered your destiny.

Your destiny in the name you will have.

You will be king of light.

Run, run, run, run.

They will speak to you of God, of the King.

The flower maidens on the journey you will see.

In a great ancient dream

your lonely new life will push you,

and a doubt will win you over.

Her enchanted foreign age,

is not glory or wind but sweet reality.

Inside the tall grass at the river,

your weapons in the sun,

you have now given away to the dew.

Sacred you will not become,

your journey stops here.