The high steep mountains.
The cool and clear fountains.
They call me.
Where is she?
The peace where I find.
Where the atmosphere is too kind.
Can I find a better place?
Where sorrow can I ever trace?

Well it is the nature.
The love has its own curvature.
Let my heart go and bring.
The coolness of mind from the spring.
Let me go and let me snatch.
Some peace of mind
And let me bind
Deep down through my heart.
And smoothly draw the cart.
Of the sweetest thing the love.
And let me be an independent dove.

On the path let the blocks befall.
But won’t I stop as they call.
Those high and evergreen mountains.
To forget those weary and countless pains.

Their greenery and floral sight.
On the pictures my eyes stick.
As they make me feel mountain sick.
Let me go and let me run.
Where the life is to have fun
Where the games have an exciting code
Where the virgins sing a wonder ode.

This fast life and this madding crowd.
These high and low people for nothing being proud.
This pollution and hatred makes me berserk.
And so I say with a perk
Let me have complete fun
And let me run
To where my heart and mind drives
And I live the real life.
Let me go to these mountains
And let me bathe under those cool fountains
I ask you where is she?
I beg you, let me.