| Little boy on one weary, strange afternoon | |
| Stood with closed eyes among tiresome toys | |
| Slowly he started to ride on his dream horse | |
| This will help perhaps | |
| As he glances up, he found a big stone | |
| Magical white stone at his feet | |
| And the little boy doesn't play with anything else now | |
| Miracle stone awaits him | |
| The one who has chosen; | |
| Became the chosen one | |
| Do so and find the weight of you life! | |
| He never stopped, wandered endlessly | |
| Always wanted more and more he received | |
| He left behind everyone but his magical stone | |
| To the stone he was faithful | |
| Hundreds waited him back, thousands he abandoned | |
| Invisible stone marked his shoulders | |
| Carried his stone, which he could only see | |
| Until he arrived home | |
| The one who has chosen; | |
| Became the chosen one | |
| Do so and find the weight of you life | |
| Ailing heart doesn't beat so wildly now | |
| On his face, a lingering innocent smile | |
| A gray slob of stone lays next to his feet | |
| And outside twilight sets in | |
| Soft light descends on his head gently | |
| Now the heaviness becomes free of the weight | |
| The hard stone dissolves into haze | |
| Flies away suddenly | |
| The one who has chosen; | |
| Became the chosen one | |
| Do so and look for the weight of you life! |