Restless years of travels behind,
My bones are weak and old
No place like home I see for years,
But now it's time to return
From north to south, from hell and back,
Not even knowing what to search
Maybe the aim was to return
And see the treasures of my homeland
On this ground my journey will end
Here my spirit will rest till the day of my return
My soil below,
The terminal breath
I'm home again,
My final rest