Right in the centre of that sky like a claw mark the crescent moon is left behind, white and lighting up the night
Someday, from this place the time to move on will come Morning dew and memories are not eternal but blessings from a past season
The shepherd starts on his journey without telling anyone From one mountain to another he starts walking on the gentle slopes with the breeze blowing quietly and the light, and ringing the bell... Where is it? Tomorrow... Where is it? The future...
In the rain or in the storm always facing straight ahead for a mountain ridge that is still far away he aims while he herds the flock on
He knows that a flat even road does not exist anywhere With just a little rock salt and love for his family he cheers himself up
The shepherd does not speak dreams alone will not feed him Just to stay alive he continues walking The ancestors' hills Laying his feelings on the same earth a priceless life reaching out to God prayers reaching out
In the wind, humming to himself, the nomad's love song reverberating throughout the hills The enjoyable passing of time on this happy journey
The shepherd, from the day he is born his heart starts to walk
The shepherd starts on his journey without telling anyone From one mountain to another he starts walking on the gentle slopes with the breeze blowing quietly and the light, and ringing the bell... Where is it? Tomorrow... Where is it? The future...