But we should always remember where we came from...

[Instrumental...]

This path begins here

Between a bank branch and a natural spring

Not paved

Not always marked

This path begins here

Crossing the city

Ascending the mountain

Continuing to the sea, continuing to tomorrow

Cutting through the air, between the houses

Coming out to the light, to a new life

Walk on it, get on the path now

Walk on it, get on the path now

The birds of angels fly above you

Escorting your every step

A light turns on from afar

Don't deviate, so you can always return

[Instrumental...]

This song begins here

Blue ink on the white page

It's not finished, not always on tune

This song begins here

Walk on it, get on the path now

Walk on it, get on the path now

The birds of angels fly above you

Escorting your every step

A light turns on from afar

Don't deviate, so you can always return