The horizon turns into the unknown, where the sun sets. The road isn't over yet, it lays out lines ahead. The distant horizon, the goal is lost, I approach, step by step. The thorny road doesn't shorten, milestones add to the years. The wheel of fortune keeps turning, the heart sets the rhythm. The road isn't over yet, hope pulls aces from its sleeve. The wind presses dust into my eyes, in my heart, love, a burning flame, the road isn't over yet, I'm coming, my true fate. The stars shine brightly, heart and mind burn with longing, the echo of footsteps sings loudly, creaking shoes speak. Arise, pilgrim, finish the road, let fatigue not gnaw at your soul. The road isn't over yet, even though the morning freshness stings.
