On the horizon is the light of the sun
I go towards it, where the sunrise is
the sky and earth are together
I go there, where I am not
The road beckons and draws me
The dream calls me with it into the distance
And behind my back, someone's shout:
"He was a baby, became an old man!"
He had no strength
But he went further
Toward the bright hope away, from the shackles
Grey of the temples and wrinkles of age
Knowing that ahead the dawn awaits him,
The dawn awaits!
On the horizon is the light of the sun
I go towards it, where the sunrise is
the sky and earth are together
I go there, where I am not
The wanderer- the wind blew at his face
The path was washed away by the rain in spite
The snow on his hair did not melt
The fog tried to blind his eyes
He had no strength
But he went further
Toward the bright hope, away from the shackles
Grey of the temples and wrinkles of age
Knowing that ahead the dawn awaits him,
The dawn awaits!
He had no strength
But he went further
Toward the bright hope, away from the shackles
Grey of the temples and wrinkles of age
Knowing that ahead the dawn awaits him,
The dawn awaits!