It is time for me to leave, hand me my wooden bow; I´m crying bitter tears, so I´m better leaving now, because I live in a wrong world and I must find my way, I need the smell of fires and horses; nothing here can make me stay. My home is far in the distance, far on the other side. My friends are hunters and warriors, with them I want to ride. I just can´t stand the world around me because it´s not a part of me; the endless woods and snowy mountains, there I feel warm and I feel free. So don´t try to keep me cause my soul will travel on until it reachs what my body can´t reach: the silver land behind the sun. And there I´ll join the hunters´ ride and there my heart will always be; don´t try to keep me in your world cause your world´s not a part of me. It is time for me to leave, hand me my wooden bow; I´m crying bitter tears, so I´m better leaving now...