So now that I’m free, I am my master, owner, friend,
I'll enter upon road of joy, adventures and surprise,
I'll say to life: "You've won, I'm loser, I am what I am,
In search for truth all that I saw proved nothing but mirage."
We sink and swim, but, what is more, we live with zest,
Of this I know, oh road, should I just chose and dared,
And always kept my own, and never craved for less,
The long and tiring road would then seem short to fare.
I'll carry on this crooked road not much, but former load,
The burden of all men and women that I’ve known,
And charged with load like this I still am free to go,
"I'm filled with them, and I will fill them in return."
Oh road that takes me far from home, you - open road,
I'm full of joy and promises you give, you're what I chose.