You appear tired, as if not the you would be old,
Where the fire is, where Latvian the always desirous old fever,
That old celestial fever , with which you entered, and I took a liking to you?

Big travel, you said it that this life, and we do not die,
The man never wanders off away, celestial fever, the certain celestial fever,
I got it from you, then I died it, then away I burned.

What let me be now without you,
Where do I go in this manner without you?
You you are sitting only for tired one you are disappearing,
Seemed beautiful promises, without them I where flies?

Big travel, our train leaves again,
Big travel, our desire leads onto a new road again already now,
let us start back again,
Come with me now the promise implement sinew!

The road will be big, but we are not waiting yet
Our train scrams, races again, old fever, it drives it old fever,
I got it from you, I died then, I burned then.

We start, we start, our train goes into the night,
And the night, the night, the night with a soft body,
The crackling noise of our train.

Than old good friends, is receiving in that manner then, is receiving in that manner then.
A travel our life, you said it back, we are going again,
Our life is a big travel.
A travel is big.