Murim:
Somewhere over there, my dream takes place!

Dorakh:
Do not dream, my lad, but take a pace.
Go onwards thither, it may come true.

Murim:
Oh Master, I do believe you!
I will foll'w the beaming ray!

Dorakh:
Clever, my boy, you have chos'n right!

Murim:
Grateful, my sir! You are my light!

Chorus:
Hard it seems, be ev'rything it may.