The rise and the fall upon small mountain Was fair not for all in need And i with my life has gone Away from this land of gold
Formed from the seed aligned for all that fortune brings And all that certain men lay upon it when anger is seen And it reigns like the others Giving all what it can While the days count for nothing Nothing that one undestands
Upon that road I has struggled to find A way of life that was common for all And all that runs on the mountain was mine A way of life that will surely be gone
Poor lands will grow Among the weeds among the roads And all are anxious for song and dance That will sometimes get old
