A keresés eredménye

The Source

In a desert every man can roam till he knows not
Without water a man astray
In a desert one's soul calls for tranquility amidst the waters
to shed one's weariness
In a desert sometimes you fathom to glance at an oasis
A miraclous land of peace
There a weary traveller can finally rest his head
 
A spring flows
through the hot hot desert
Where the source flows
There you can find the valley of tranquility
Without ceasing a pure ford bubbles forth
Till it brings forth an oasis
sprouting the desert anew
The clean godly water
Off the cliffs of Golgata
Full of strenght
Full of new life
A spring flows
The source touches everyone
 
In the desert under the scorching sun
Many a man sighs, takes refuge in the highest of powers
In the desert many a man longs for the shadow of the wines, of the wines
Like a deer
My heart longs for that valley
that exudes honey
for that land that cries for water
To the promised land, promised
 
A spring flows
through the hot hot desert
Where the source flows
There you can find the valley of tranquility
Without ceasing a pure ford bubbles forth
Till it brings forth an oasis
sprouting the desert anew
The clean godly water
Off the cliffs of Golgata
Full of strenght
Full of life
Through all obstacles
A spring flows
The source touches everyone