Everytime climbing here again and again On this hill, warping by the dark woods Everytime my road is more difficult and in vain But this point is nearby and no wayback wards.
From this point you can see a real mirror Of this abstract worlds You'll recall the time, when you were in The depression of soul You'll recall the days, when you were a lucky man You'll recall everything and your lucky days But remembered - you must forget.
Well, I'm here now, I've come in order To turn down all types of moan To cross the line of renunciation And I can see that omen.
On this hill it's the symbol of hope Slow-witted and victory And standing here you can feel That the grieve is run away...
And a light of hope is reigning At the moment you have left this place You can take the feeling... How you've dissolved in the stream of life.