through this path the wind blows cold
the fall of leaves of gold
announces the sleep of the sun.


look to the sky, the birds flying high
its songs sounds like cry

while a man walks free.

fly to way up high

until reach the stars
only in another world
freedom will mean life


limited choices, a lot of sad voices
the land cries out for life but

I escape to far away

while you walk, listen to my song

and now remain strong
because I'm gone, oh my old friend


do not forget who I was, and also who you are
remember the path because only it will take you far