Old mountain grey - Watching passing days. Above all who die, It's only friend is the sky, Who's forgotten him, In his own home. On the autumn aging, I travel to him. The road is changing, With the snows I move aside. And from its paths high, I hear the earth sigh. Clouds are raging - They tell me I should stop my climb. "You cannot come here" The mountain roared, "You are of those who Dwell on the shore. Turn back now For there's nothing here; Nothing but an end Where you will disappear..." His mad voice inside the wind, In madder storm, forming for me. I'd dwell on this peak of mine, If I only knew why, I'd never stop this climb: "Lonely mountain old, My end is all my own, It does not matter for me. I seek the bird of fire Who touched your empty sky - There's something I hope to find." In the end, he let me go, But wanted me to know, That like him I'd never be free.