On the mountaintops, there is peace and tranquility;
You can hardly feel a breeze here;
And the birds in the forest are silent, they don't sing;
Just wait a little, my dear friend,
Soon you will find shelter here too.
On the bare northern peak
A lone pine tree stands,
Sleeping under a white blanket,
That wraps it in ice and snow.
In its dream, it sees a palm tree,
That in the land where the sun rises,
Grows alone and sadly
On the sands in the desert.

