Silence gently strokes the fragments of my thoughts

The whispers in my head feather me higher

The river in its flow softens my beliefs

As I try to find my way, moving forward

To the mountain I give in.

Over the crowd, polluted air,

I’ll try to move away and leave the dust behind

Roots are moving fast, going far, stretching out into the peaks

I feel so far away from home, so far away from home.

To the mountain I give in.

Over the crowd, polluted air,

I’ll try to move away and leave the dust behind

To the mountain I give in.

No monotonous day to day

Without this bitter endless race

I'll shed away my skin

If I could only bare to see the happening before my very eyes

I'll shed away my skin

To the mountain I give in.