A wanderer with no home
The way without road
Had rotten by sicknes
And legs're going float

I'm walking the woods and the fields I've not knowed
I meet up the persons, who've taken by turmoil
I'm looking desireless to treasures of toil
In case that their souls took corruption and spoils

My only follower
Is my lonley shadow
And eyes have been closed
By grey hair's pay down

My only own package
Is staff and old note book
Which I will write down
For other's mind forelook

I'll stay in a harsh land with cold wind and passions
There's no place for bards with their thoughtless regressions
There'll be only me and a century pinetrees
Replace up the building of steel and my blindness

In hovel my body
Get warned by fire
And well with fresh water
Will cool the heart's dire

I'll put my old staff in a snowdrift with dashes
When my robe is almost converted to ashes
Then I will transform in a cold river's flowing
And flow down too far to remember the calling

I'm walking in moonlight
Now strayed in darkness
I want be with you
But I live in apartless

Daybreak has covered ancient forest
And farmer's hops, decay folklorist
I almost forgot who I am, way I'm going
And thoughts going dusk, far from personal glowing

Here Helios running his chariot over
But darkness inside won't dispel the hangover
Where I used to go, and do I need it so?
If every road will just guide me to Rome

I'll lie, fall asleep and get covered by sprouts
Which going to grow, and get higher than clouds
They'll bring live fruits to the people in sorrow
While I"ll leave this world and forget the tomorrow

In the cold fields of tundra
And coniferous forest
Pine-trees wailing for ages
When the sea is the sorest

But this sea is not tropic
This is not tender land
It is harsh and so perfect
My lost heaven, last stand

It's agressive for people
Which are living light-hearted
It's abode for a sorrow
Where the wind had been started

It will blow off the spring
Then gone summer and autumn
After all this allusion
Winter won't be forgotten

This is not place like others
It is calm and so silent
Near crackling of a fire
I will find my own island

Semi-darkness near bedroom
Modest house is sooty
There's no place around
You can look at such beauty