I'm not tired of walking
with every step higher in mountain,
With the wind blowing in face,
I'm comming to a beautyfull place.

I am so hungry for air that I breath,
It is amusing having relief.
It's like confession that I never made,
I'm comming to a beautyfull place.

My hands are frozen I'm felling no pain,
I have been chosen for way that I make.
It is so clearly can't believe that I'm wake,
I'm comming to a beautyfull place.

My eyes are blinded with beauty I see,
my mind become torpid from all that I've done,
I'm loosing my body my soul will be free,
and still I am comming to beauty I see.