I remember the ancient theories,
The unforgettable old man's wisdom,
And the voices of the winged beings.
I’d listen to them every day,
Treasuring their stories through ages.

Today i sing those old rhymes,
From the place of the chosen ones,
Sheltered by the ancient philosophers
And my heart has reached purity…

I remember the incredible theories,
Those which opened our minds
And gave meaning to our lives.

Today i sing those old rhymes,
From the place of the chosen ones,
Sheltered by the ancient philosophers
And my heart has reached purity…

Ancient philosophers, incredible tales…
Ancient philosophers, those old rhymes…
Ancient philosophers, incredible tales…
Ancient philosophers, i’d listen to them…