To the bustling of cars and to traffic jams of the cities
We go back and it seems no escape can be found
We get down again from the high mountain peaks,
and we leave our hearts leaving still our hearts in the mountains

So why would you continue to argue
I have already proved to myself
Better than mountain peaks can be others,
peaks to which you just did not go yet

Who would want to remain in the trouble alone
Why would you choose to quit, if your heart does not take it?
And yet still we descend from the high mountain tops
Never mind, even gods used to come down from heavens

So Why would you continue to argue
I have already proved to myself
Better than mountain peaks can be others,
Peaks to which you just did not go yet

It’s bright words and high hopes songs and themes just as good
That The mountains wake inside us and they call us to stay on
But we have to return - some for a year, some for good
It’s Because at the end, It’s Because at the end we must always come down

So Why would you continue to argue
I have already proved to myself
Better than mountain peaks can be others,
peaks to which you just did not go yet