There is no god to pray
To ask for wings to fly
She lives so far away
Need to be with no cry
It is hard to make steps
As she wished me “all the Best”
I walk alone on the Steppes
But I don’t know what will on very next
The hundred Iron shoes has broken
The hundred iron helmets and hundred iron walking sticks
I past the malicious forests
And many deadly deserts
I’m still on my way
She is still where she is stay
But I’m not a one who made by clay
That is why I feel still so gray
In a end of a mountain bend
I saw the sun
I screamed by my strength
He smiles and said “A useless time you have spent”
At least without a bun
Oh! I need strength for next few lengths…
