During the fuss of cities and in the streams of cars, We are returning-simply nowhere else to go. And we descend from the submissive peaks, Leaving our heart, there in the mountains. So leave the unnecessary arguments, I proved everything to myself: Better than mountains can only be mountains On which no one had ever been. Who will want to stay in trouble all alone? Who will want to leave, not minding what the heart has to say? But we just descend from the submissive peaks... Because even gods used to descend down on earth. So leave the unnecessary arguments, I proved everything to myself: Better than mountains can only be mountains On which no one had ever been. How many words and hopes, how many songs and topics! The mountains will be with us and they beg us to stay. But we descend, some for a year, some forever, Because always, because always we will have to return. So leave the unnecessary arguments, I proved everything to myself: Better than mountains can only be mountains On which no one had ever been.
Nathan Mer. Translation, 1991