To the scramble of cities and the crowded streets
We return, for these places have bound us.
We descend from the conquered mountain peaks,
Leaving our hearts in the mountains.

So, I beg you, just stop all the meaningless fights!
Many times I have proven this speech,
And to me, the one thing that is better than heights,
Is the height that I haven't yet reached!

Who would want to be left by all alone in a mix?
To descend when the heart starts to revel?--
Yet, we left from the conquered mountain peaks--
Gods, themselves, desended from heaven.

So, I beg you, just stop all the meaningless fights!
Many times I have proven this speech,
And to me, the one thing that is better than heights,
Is the height that I haven't yet reached!

Beautiful verses in their honor were penned
And the mountains call us to stay.
For a year or forever-- but we have to descend,
We must always return, either way.

So, I beg you, just stop all the meaningless fights!
Many times I have proven this speech,
And to me, the one thing that is better than heights,
Is the height that nobody has reached!