How shall I know
What waits ahead?

How shall I know
How far you will go,
And where you'll stand?
One cannot know beforehand this kind of a thing -
- Sometimes life's changed with just a single waft of the wing.

Do you think
Where you will be tomorrow?

Do you know
What way to go,
Treading down the path to unknown
In the quest of love alone?

Where is our moorage?
Where is the blue ocean's calm?
So, be back -
- The rage of the storm is about to come!

The sky keeps mystery the mute,
And on the wings of birds it's coming down from the sky.
Believe, it is with you, it's true.
Believe, the birds cannot beguile!

And if you want to find the land
You long for,
And that you once have called your home,
So put yourself in flight by spreading wings
Before you've lost your everything!

Where is our moorage?
Where is the blue ocean's calm?
So, be back -
- The rage of the storm is about to come!

(c) The English Version by Damon Starlight.