The minstrel walked alone, sins and sorrows his heavy load
A nightingale came flying by, and woke his hopes once more
“Follow, follow all the way through pines and firs the north road
Deep into the trees lies what your heart is longing for”
Just one day, one more day
How far can you run
Just one night, one more night
Until your song is done
In a night of trees, the minstrel could not see before him
Leaves were whispering “does he deserve to find his fate?”
With each step on the soil the path grew fainter and dimmer
Branches closed around him as his voice began to fade
Just one day, one more day
How far can you run
Just one night, one more night
Until your song is done
Seventy and seven branches stole his voice from his throat
Seventy and seven roots drank the blood from his heart
Dragged under the earth, his body gently laid down to rest
Deep into the trees lies what your heart is longing for
Just one day, one more day
How far can you run
Just one night, one more night
Until your song is done
Until my song is gone