Waves of heather, sorrowful hills
What waits ahead... Road, only road
Soon we will pass through the doors of winter
Unexpectedly failing to notice the doorstep
Not much longer to wait now - the merciless snow
That I have left behind will cover us
Eyelids grow heavier, i'm unable to close them
And it's clearly not worth remembering...
Sun heads towards West, the moon rises
It soundlessly sees off the departing day
Heather grows darker, and the wall of night
Separates us, conceals, leads away
Oh, say something! Quickly, answer me!
After all I am but your sorrowfull vagabond
Heather! Tell me, on which day
Have I set foot on this lonely and strange path?
But there was no answer. The hills stayed quiet
Waves of heather sorrowfully kept their silence
And in anticipation of imminent winter
They quietly rocked the sky in a starry boat.