Love is dear, lover is rare
Love is never where your eyes would stare
Unexpectedly even blindingly
Love will show its face to you, no lie

Fears subside, clearly why
Time [bad word] for me to stand aside
Unencumberedly though reluctantly
Upon the whispering steppes I lie with pride

T'was the cradle of my hopes, now lies my resting grave
The warmth of life has left me half-embraced
For those who rendered fears and pain
I will surely pay with a smile you can't escape

Free at last, from the past
Time [bad word] for me to greet the vast
"Unencumberedly though reluctantly
Upon the whispering steppes I lie"
Unencumberedly, so gracefully
Above the whispering steppes I'd fly