The World Has Something To Offer - Blinded By Faith

I was born alone in a crypt

Where I grew up as an hermit.

This decrepit cave is filled

With petrified figures.

I’ve devoted my life to infamy

Among these tombs I’ve called my family.

But today, fed up with this polluted air,

I escape from my shrine

To discover the lakes and mountains around.

My heart wonders at the magnificence

Of a landscape under a vibrant dawn.

The world has something to offer

That gives me the force to go further.

Again and again, I’ll climb these mountains

And catch every golden ray of light.

The pure breeze cleans out my lungs,

The road is hard and long, but not that much,

As hope lifts me to the highest summits.

Making a stop to drink from a spring

I meet mountain people, — strong and straight-

And followed them in their village

To continue my pilgrimage.

They welcome me like a king,

As if I was their long gone friend.

Women are lovely and children smile,

I’d like to stay here for a while,

But I must go on, my search’s not over yet,

And I’ll never regret my ancient casket.