I wander around a lone traveller,
Discovering the beauties of the earth,
Vast and wide, There are no limits,
As the wheels of the bus keep rolling,
Crossing ancient stone bridges,
Passing through green fields,
Flying through blue clouds,
As many more have wandered around,
Before my time and long after mine,
Having conquered these lands,
And making them their own,
As none really belong to one,
As I pass through very freely,
Humans are buried alone,
Like on the raised soil of Tumulus,
On the top of mount Nemrut,
Where the wind blows harshly,
Close to the heavens,
But only do we take blessings and sins,
That we carry on our shoulders.