Who am I, walking on a quite foot?
Who am I, looking into the sun?
Who is he? The greatest of mysteries
I seek still to understand more.
But the more I look, the less I see
It is the tangles of the gods
The spirit of our ancestral
Wisdom, only for the meek
I do not understand it yet,
But it is the cry of my heart
Who am I, standing out in crowd?
This is me, a lion of my time.