- The Shepherd's Journey -

Right in the centre of that sky
like a claw mark
the crescent moon is left behind,
white and lighting up the night

Someday, from this place
the time to move on [bad word] Morning dew and memories
are not eternal but blessings from a past season

The shepherd starts on his journey
without telling anyone
From one mountain to another
he starts walking on the gentle slopes
with the breeze blowing quietly and the light,
and ringing the bell...
Where is it? Tomorrow...
Where is it? The future...

In the rain or in the storm
always facing straight ahead
for a mountain ridge that is still far away
he aims while he herds the flock on

He knows that a flat even road does not exist anywhere
With just a little rock salt and love for his family
he cheers himself up

The shepherd does not speak
dreams alone will not feed him
Just to stay alive he continues walking
The ancestors' hills
Laying his feelings on the same earth
a priceless life reaching out to God
prayers reaching out

In the wind, humming to himself,
the nomad's love song
reverberating throughout the hills
The enjoyable passing of time on this happy journey

The shepherd, from the day he is born
his heart starts to walk

The shepherd starts on his journey
without telling anyone
From one mountain to another
he starts walking on the gentle slopes
with the breeze blowing quietly and the light,
and ringing the bell...
Where is it? Tomorrow...
Where is it? The future...