On the edge of the world
At the top of the hill
The wind that our grandmothers remember
Snow that leaves a mark on your fingertips
No rays and cold shades of color
Drone of wildlife from the woods
I need a bigger view.
Running, running
This time it is a prophecy.
Shells on the bottom of the sea, which in time will form a pearl
Cursed frog waiting to be kissed
The clouds are already dissolving in the rain
and the flower is looking for a way up
Running, running
This place is not for me.
Feet that creep through the mud
The endless wall I run along
Birds far away in the sky are never heard
and fish swim upstream
Running, Running
Disfigured heart on the podium
I'm cutting myself away from the company
All the truth has long been written in books by the ancient sages
Running, Running
Don't miss anything
I'm on my way.