I was born alone in a crypt
Where I grew up as an hermit.
This decrepit cave is filled
With petrified figures.
devoted my life to infamy
Among these tombs I've called my family.
But today, fed up with this polluted air,
I escape from my
To discover the lakes and mountains around.
My heart wonders at the magnificence
Of a landscape under a vibrant
The world has something to offer
That gives me the force to go further.
Again and again, I'll climb these
And catch every golden ray of light.
The pure breeze cleans out my lungs,
The road is hard and long, but not that
As hope lifts me to the highest summits.
Making a stop to drink from a spring
I meet mountain people,- strong and
And followed them in their village
To continue my pilgrimage.
They welcome me like a king,
As if I was their
long gone friend.
Women are lovely and children smile,
I'd like to stay here for a while,
But I must go on, my search's not over
And I'll never regret my ancient casket.