My horse , my worn-out shoes.
Where do I go, tell me , please ?
Along the Red River , my joy, along the Red River ,
To the blue mountains, my joy , to the blue mountains.
And where that mountain , that river , so tired my horse .
Please tell me , how do I get there?
On the bright light , my joy , to clear fire .
Ride on fire , my joy , you will find no difficulty .
But where is the bright light , why not burn ?
One hundred years back I night sky shoulder .
Lamplighter had to ignite , but the lamplighter asleep.
Lamplighter he sleeps , my joy , and I do with it.
And again he went alone, without roads, into the darkness .
Where he goes , because the night up to the eyes ?
Are you lost , my joy , I shouted to him.
And he says , oh, if I knew it myself.