I seek salvation.
My fires blaze on mountains' far heights -
The realm of night is in a glare.
But brighter blaze my spiritual sight
And You're afar - but are you real there?
I seek salvation.

The starry choir sings solemnly in skies,
I'm cursed for good by every generation.
For you lights my bonfire on the heights.
You're conjuration.
I seek salvation.

The tired choir of stars calms down, yet.
Night goes away with apprehension.
There You descent from far hills in sunset.
I craved for you. To you my spirit's spread.
You're my salvation!