I passed my village, left my home,
I did not fear, just walked alone.
Saw the old oak, noticed sunset.
Walked in the night, was feeling that.

The darkness was my home that night.
The silver moon was giving light,
The moon... the stars... the sacred leading fires...
That night the first time in my life I did not have desires.

I found a forest - pure, only of pines.
And walked alone there. Felt, it was mine.
I climbed a tree, got closer to the stars...
And suddenly I understood : it was just ours.

The sacred sky, so wise and innosent...
Fair and kind, never pretends...
It's the best friend...
The best one...the one, who'd understand...

However, night was dying now.
It was the moment to return somehow.
And I did so. I just went home.
And didn't fear. Was not alone.