As I pass through the suburb

I try to make my way short

With my eyes bright and superb

Shining over the map I brought

Down steep in the valley

The villagers call

Upon god, their alley,

Angels and more

The moon seems to glitter

Like gold in the sky

The tongue taste bitter

As the mouth goes dry

Up in the hills

The lions roar

I speed up my wheels

To save my soul

A city ahead my eyes pursue

Of gold, diamonds and all treasure

But their seem to be no way through

Though my heart bounces to it with pleasure

The sun goes to bed

But the light seem to divorce

That makes me still see the city ahead

And the wind going forward pushes me with force

Finally I find my way

Through a mine of the great ion

But my mouth opens with no word to say

Upon looking at the eye of a lion

But I don’t blame my eyes

For it looked like gold for real

And I can’t do otherwise

Just let it have me for its meal.