Beneath the moon on silver ground, where ancient roots embrace the stone, I saw a stag of ash and light standing where no path was known. His antlers held the winter stars, his eyes reflected distant fires. He turned and vanished through the pines, awakening forgotten desires. No voice was spoken, yet I understood. Some doors are opened only by the woods. [Chorus] I walk the deer path through the night, following shadows dressed in light. Across the border of dream and land, the old ones guide with a gentle hand. Jelen běží mlčením, mezi světy, mezi snem. Po jelení stezce jdu, a les zná moje jméno. The river carried whispered names of those who walked these hills before. Their footprints slept beneath the moss, their stories hidden in the floor. The stag appeared beside the mist, not master, king or lord above. Only a keeper of the way, teaching patience more than love. [Chorus] I walk the deer path through the night, following shadows dressed in light. Across the border of dream and land, the old ones guide with a gentle hand. Jelen běží mlčením, mezi světy, mezi snem. Po jelení stezce jdu, a les zná moje jméno. Pojď dál... šeptá vítr mezi stromy. Pojď dál... cesta není ztracená. Pojď dál... měsíc drží staré příběhy. Pojď dál... jelen ukazuje směr. [Final Chorus] I walk the deer path through the night, where stars are woven into light. No throne, no crown, no victory won, only the road and the setting sun. Po jelení stezce kráčím dál, pod hvězdami hledám znamení. A když jelen zmizí v dálce, cesta zůstává ve mně.
