I need great waters
The good ones and the bad
For all the weather of my soul
The storms and calms I’ve had

I need a long, wide road
Through lilacs ever young
For all the gods I fear and fight
And ghosts my dreams have sung

Murmuring oceans vast
And streams that offer care
Black depths of unsure waters
And tales that weep and share

A road of silver-white
A path of modest tread
Sands unsure of themselves
And birdsongs overhead

And only lead me down the path
Where laughter echoes in the dark
And music plays, and music plays
Oh, Lord, don’t let me, forbid me, taste
That so-called wisdom of life’s arc
While life still runs its race
While life still runs its race

I need great waters
The good ones and the bad
For all the weather of my soul
The storms and calms I’ve had

I need great mischief
I need mischief, hey
For all the longing in my heart
The cravings of my day

Great adventures near Kraków
Night talks with countrymen
Tall forests standing proud
And so much time to spend

And only lead me down the path
Where laughter echoes in the dark
And music plays, and music plays
Oh, Lord, don’t let me, forbid me, taste
That so-called wisdom of life’s arc
While life still runs its race
While life still runs its race