Astray... Following strangers' footsteps
On foreign paths sucking from you
Even the last hope you have to fly...
Blowing in foreign dreams' wings,
Whilst your dream's wings dry
In the heat of your forgetfulness of dreaming...
Slave of others, don't look up to the heaven,
Nor let your knelt-eyes down to earth,
Because nor sky and neither earth will cry
For those forgetting of themselves!
If you want slavery,
Be slave of your dream,
Travel on that path
That can't be trodden
By the feet of men!
Don't be afraid of the wilderness,
Do not look for company of anyone,
Free yourself from you and your fears,
Be the master of your every step,
Find out who you are deep down inside!