I´ve been walking the lands following my steps on its steep winding path 
I´ve been sailing the seas, the oceans, a stranger appearing at night 
Some greeted me honestly, some of them banished me with their frowning eyes 
A guest of the kings, a fellow of beggars, venerating the early morning light 

I´ve seen silver stars in the cold desert nights 
I catch sight of sunset beyond the northern circle 
Stories of man about struggles of life, shedding bitter tears or sowing joyful smiles 

Shining in moonlight, the memories of old 
Sharing the wisdom, silent words of war 
I´ve met tribes, their women with children, their men in arms fighting to raise their honor 

Wandering man collecting names, forgetting faces, vanishing in haze 
Through water, through fire for the wisdom of old, the sincere, the liar will never be told 
There is a story behind each man, the clash and fight for their rights and their land 
Never to learn to sense the unity between the man and the Earth

Never to learn to sense the unity between the man and the Earth
Back home to lay the body to rest, to free the mind from the struggle ... welcome the end …