No one, oh none will entangle your path,
Mount is there where it's been all the time.
Me, you, there's some semblance of us,
Looking much like a butterfly caught when a child.
On the road it’ll awaken the child left behind
And will pave him a way to the rosy sunrise.
Oh, inside I feel special throbbing of heart,
Gardener many a fruit tree here will plant.
They will not make me utter a word, with dumbness I’m drunk,
Day before to say different thing was intention of mine,
Words can not fill up track stretched out.
Stones on beach and the sea at seaside,
Light of moon, your moon, swim in night.