My hands have stopped shaking now,
time to climb!
Now my fear has vanished
for ever and ever.
I have no reason to stop.
I glide forth...
There are no summits in this world
that canít be conquered!
Among all the unexplored paths
let one be mine,
among all the unreached milestones,
one is for me
The names of those who died here
are shrouded by snow...
Among all the untravelled roads,
one is mine.
Here the whole slope is covered in
And the granite keeps the secret
of otherís footsteps...
And Iím looking at my dream
And I have a religious faith in the purity
of snow and words!
No matter how many years go by,
I wonít forget
how I managed to kill the doubt inside me
That day the water whispered to me:
Good luck, always!
Now what day was it already?
Ah yes, Wednesday!