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...