What’s mundane is born to have an end
And I have not yet more time to spend
Has come the time to mix with the ground
Has come the time to leave all around
While my spirit the mountains must ascend
But don't cry more for me
Part of mountains, I shall be
And my soul will keep walking on the hills
But don't cry, nevermore
The real way is just before
And my soul will keep walking on the hills
And for ever!
Now, inside me, is peace and still
It means the same to spirit: Heat and chill
Has come the time to flee from the crowds
Has come the time to be near the clouds
While my spirit is crowning a big hill
But don't cry more for me
Part of mountains, I shall be
And my soul will keep walking on the hills
But don't cry, nevermore
The real way is just before
And my soul will keep walking on the hills
And for ever!
