Long have I been walking...
May stars watch over me...
The wolf wastes its time
Even before the beginning
Of the morning, and like a string of pearls shines the dew
The trail lacks not a traveller
But like kings
I feel as the stars above point to the south
The crowded ordinary day won't suit me anyway
Why should it, that way my days would end in dismay
Long have I been walking
The ways of the stars
And may the stars watch over me
When the wind smells of death
Long have I been walking
The ways of the stars
And may the stars watch over me
When the wind smells of death
Again the willow on the shore
Weeps for the rainy Sunday
Although for nothing here we starve under black sorrow
You see, the stars are for us
Like sleep for the weary
Or oblivion for the lost ones who got lost in life
No, though the ordinary life asks
I won't hop onto its carriage, but walk with seven league boots
Long have I been walking...
May stars watch over me...
Long have I been walking
The ways of the stars
And may the stars watch over me
When the wind smells of death
Long have I been walking
The ways of the stars
And may the stars watch over me
When the wind smells of death, smells of death