Down the paths, down the trampled paths
Walk strange people far away
Their soul is so cold, it was freezing to the bottom
It was awing, eagering but it got exhausted
Mother were getting older at home,
And their poor kids were suffering
Now they are walking round the world
Holding torment beneath their clothe
Their soul was freezing to the bottom
It was awing, eagering but it got exhausted
Neither priests, no merchants
Their joy is over
They're not laughing, they are not crying, they're hiding their thoughts.
They are breathing the dust, they are breathing cold days
The ones who seek the absolution
The ones who seek the absolution
And as soon as they find it, they will shed their tears on the ancient ancestor's lands
Where they come from
Ancient ancestor's lands where they were going
Ancient ancestor's lands where they come from