To the street’s vanity, to the rivers of transport
We return - there’s no way other! -
And descending from high, anew conquered tops,
We leave our heart in the mountains!

Let then leave out the needless discussion -
I have proved that life truth and a lot:
Better mountain is such a mountain,
Where you never had conquered a top.

Who would like to be one in the grief state,
Who would like going away without heart?
But we down from steeps of the cold high mountains,
For the gods also downed from sky.

Let then leave out the needless discussion -
I have proved that life truth and a lot:
Better mountain is such a mountain,
Where you never had conquered a top.

How much hopes and words, songs and themes, soever,
Born by mountains, call us to stay there! -
But we’re going down - for a year, forever,
Because we must go down, must return anyway!

Let then leave out the needless discussion -
I have proved that life truth and a lot:
Better mountain is such a mountain,
Where you never had conquered a top.