You and I are blind men,
walking on a dark road.
He who is holding the lantern,
is also testing our patience.
So don’t stop dreaming, don’t cease your hopes.
You never know how close is the end of the rope.
Keep holding on tight,
Let not the sweat shake you with fright.
Dream of the delights at the end of the road.
Let not the boat of faith drown with tempting load.