I am going up the road alone;
Flinty sand is gleaming through the haze;
Still the night. The desert is God's own,
And the stars are talking at the space.
All the heaven is full of joy and glory!
Land is sleeping in the shine of blue,
Why should I feel always pain and sorry?
Is hope lost? Do I regret anew?
Life goes on with lack of expectations,
Yet I don’t regret my past at all;
Peace and freedom are my inspirations!
Into sleep, while dreaming, I would fall!
But it’s not the cold of grave that keeping…
Everlasting sleep would be the best,
Let me feel the force of life through sleeping,
Let my breathing softly heave my chest;
Let all day and night, my ear to cherish,
A sweet voice singing of love to me,
And above me, green and never perish,
Leaves would rustling in a grand oak-tree.