Not only those who are able to enjoy the heights
Look at us, though stumbling and dragging, even a small step
Call us as climbers, on mountains and rocky hills
The weeds of the reeds, the steep slopes, the smelly scent of marbles
We keep an eye on every thing with instinct and extra hearing
In fact we are not difficult to distinguish colors, examining the distance from the sound
Full of laughter. All bears from the birds squeak, the rhythm of drizzling rhythms
Even echoes that spread through cliffs, and sky, and various magical stories
The spirit to be independent, that's our capital, more than curiosity
Higher than mercy, we practice and equip ourselves
With the attributes of the climbers: shoes, rucksacks, camping and cooking tools
Also the sensitivity of all senses perfectly honed, except the eyes
For us, this ascent breaks a sense of silence, brushing off wrong prejudices
Break the hearts of anxiety, because we need to also occasionally feel dashing
How proud to be a mighty man, free, self-conqueror
No matter how it is, God's way of testing and loving us