if once you have been in the mountains,
you should never be quiet the same -
you would seek for the rivers whose flow is immense
and the freshness of air again.
should you cross over glaciers of mountains high,
should you catch all the glints of the sun,
you will never forget hues and tints of the sky,
you will have no desires but one.
well, who knows and who cares - the place is the same,
but the people are different, though,
if you see all this beauty, just give her the name.
tell the rest. they will know what you know.
people, look at the meadows and flowers around!
just inhale all the smells of the spring!
if you'll listen to daisies and pansies, you'll know -
they can talk, they can laugh, the can sing.
ask the wind where the sun's giving birth to the dawn,
he will tell you and take you away...
if you've been in the mountains, then it's your must
to come back over there again!