To the hustle and bustle of cities and streets,
We will have to return - there’s no chance to outrun it.
We begin our descents from the conquered high peaks,
And we leave our hearts, and we leave our hearts at the summit.

Please give up on your quarrels and counsels,
I already have proof in my mind:
There is nothing else better than mountains,
Except mountains that you have not climbed.

Facing trouble alone, who will not be afraid?
Who ignores his heart and goes home discontented?
But we have to descend from the peaks we have scaled...
And what else? After all, even gods have descended.

Please give up on your quarrels and counsels,
I already have proof in my mind:
There is nothing else better than mountains,
Except mountains that you have not climbed.

Many wishes and songs, many hopes that one could,
Mountains stir within us, and they beg us to linger.
But we have to descend, for a while or for good,
For we have to return, to come back for the winter.

Please give up on your quarrels and counsels,
I already have proof in my mind:
There is nothing else better than mountains,
Except mountains that no one has climbed.