Shouldn’t we make a mental move
and step across the brink of the end.
For what we abandon we won’t forget;
finally there’s nothing left to defend.

Let us be the ones to arrive
first far beyond the horizon of men!
If memories don’t strike me down on my way,
I’ll always remember where it began.

Step forth, across the end!
This hell again, but never I’ll bend.
One by one I saw them die,
so; do I know for whom I cry?!

Step forth, but do look back,
even though looks might kill.
Another step, another track,
into the north, into the chill.

In a distance I should find
unsteady sources of cheer and happiness;
friends who present exciting amusement
that even offers long desired caress.

Therefore easy may seem my state of mind
when you behold my carelessly acting.
(But) heavily weighs the yearning within
that makes me cling to the older thing.