To the bustle of streets, flow of cars, traffic blocks
To city life we return, we come back, as it happens.
We descend from the conquered high mountaintops
And we leave our hearts, and we leave our hearts in the mountains.

There is no use to argue about it,
I have known for a very long time:
There is one thing that’s better than mountains,
And it’s mountains that we haven’t climbed.

Who would want to be left in the lurch, with no hopes?
Who would want to give in, his heart disobeyin’?
We descend from the conquered high mountaintops...
Nothing doing: gods, too, used to come down from heaven.

There is no use to argue about it,
I have known for a very long time:
There is one thing that’s better than mountains,
And it’s mountains that we haven’t climbed.

Many beautiful songs, many hopes, words of love
Are inspired by mountains, they eternally call us.
Yet we have to descend, for a year or for life
For we have to return from the mountains... always.

There is no use to argue about it,
I have known for a very long time:
There is one thing that’s better than mountains
And it’s mountains that we haven’t climbed.