– My horse is exhausted, my boots are completely worn out.
Just tell me the way, if you please, tell me where should I go?
– Along the red river, my darling, red river, no doubt.
You head to the blue peak, my darling, blue peak is your goal.

– And where is that blue peak, that river? – my horse is so tired.
Please, tell me the way I should take, tell the way, be so kind.
– Just ride to the beacon, my darling, its radiant fire.
Just ride to the fire, my darling, it’s easy to find.

– But where is this radiant beacon? I don’t see its light.
A century long is my shoulder the night sky’s support.
– The lamp lighter’s job was to lite it, but he’s sleeping tight.
The lamp lighter’s sleeping, my darling, and that’s not my fault.

He rides in the darkness off-road, alone in the frost.
Oh, where is he riding, the night has reached up to his eyes?
– My darling, – I shout  to him, – Tell me, what have you lost?
– Oh, dear, if only I knew it myself, – he replies.