It is time for me to leave,
Hand me my wooden bow;
I´m crying bitter tears,
So I´m better leaving now,
Because I live in a wrong world
And I must find my way,
I need the smell of fires and horses;
Nothing here can make me stay.
My home is far in the distance,
Far on the other side.
My friends are hunters and warriors,
With them I want to ride.
I just can´t stand the world around me
Because it´s not a part of me;
The endless woods and snowy mountains,
There I feel warm and I feel free.
So don´t try to keep me
Cause my soul will travel on
Until it reachs what my body can´t reach:
The silver land behind the sun.
And there I´ll join the hunters´ ride
And there my heart will always be;
Don´t try to keep me in your world
Cause your world´s not a part of me.
It is time for me to leave,
Hand me my wooden bow;
I´m crying bitter tears,
So I´m better leaving now...
