I'm not the best of man or the worst
I'm just looking for wisdom in this world
For what has been and what is to be done
Now must I hold by the eyes of a friend
When the high white stars are unfriendly
Give to your son the strength you've never used
Never found what it should be
Never dared just gave it up
Ho yeah for sure
It's time for me to go
For sure it's time for you to grow
Many people have gathered together
I am ready to start in the race
And the Swallow with beating wings
Cools me in readiness for the word
Far in the west stands the Black mountain
Around which our racers ran at noon
Who is this man running with me
The shadow of whose hands I see?
We're not the best of men
Or the worst
We're just looking for wisdom in this world
For damaged people
The fear to suffer
Is sometimes more intense, than suffering itself.
Since it's singing no longer lives in my pulse
The earth and the sky hold me