Countless the steps of past

Grass, root and rock lies ahead

Solitude will never stand last

Home can never be constant

A piece of wood my friend

The comfort when misery strikes

How we can endure to the end

Earth will never choose only us

How I wish for the meaning of things

My dreams are buried deep in the trees

How I have wished for the eagle’s wings

Envy to soar and be lifted by the majestic breeze

We can never be free in this life

The wanderer urges for home

While the settler longs for the road

Home can never be constant

How I wish for the meaning of things

My dreams are buried deep in the trees

How I have wished for the eagle’s wings

Envy to soar and be lifted by the majestic breeze

My contain all I own in this land

For what I left behind there’s nothing

I wish I wasn’t one among all the grains of sand

Longing for shared agony and shared tranquility

How I wish for the meaning of things

My dreams are buried deep in the trees

How I have wished for the eagle’s wings

Envy to soar and be lifted by the majestic breeze