And even the stars’ brightness faded the closer to them you passed
Where could you lay the foundations of your heart?
If yet you received the greatest riches and witnessed the sweetest music
If you could part the waves and conjure the snowfall
Where would the core of your heart cry back to?
If you reach the bottom of the ocean or fly beyond the highest mountains
You must still make a home for your love and a life for your happiness
But an armchair for the lost wanderer and a fire for his soul.