Three thousands years ago I met a man I didn't know
He asked, "What am I?" I told him in detail,
His soul became bright, his eyes became wide.
He said, "I know who you are", but didn't tell.
He did that on purpose.
On purpose.

And just from that time
Every day I see some guys,
Their souls became bright, their eyes became wide.
And each of them say, "I know who you are",
But they don't tell me... on purpose.
On purpose.

And maybe I need patient to be,
But this is too big even for me,
So I started to say, "Why? Just tell",
But they say, "That wouldn't be well".
And I know they do it on purpose.
On purpose.

Only once I heard something new,
One guy just said out of the blue,
"The answer is behind your back".
I followed his track,
Immediately turned
But nothing was seen.
I knew this was on purpose.
On purpose.

I know he was right,
The answer is tight
And it's behind my back.
But this I can't get.
And this is on purpose.
On purpose.

And sometimes I hear clasp of the wings,
Some bird is behind me, I know.
I turn, but I can't see it at all.
And this is on purpose.
On purpose.

And maybe some thousand years will pass
And then this bird will suddenly ask:
"Come on, your mission is over. Let's fly",
I will cry.
And this is on purpose.
On purpose.

From time to time I see a dream
Where no bird can't be anywhere seen,
Just wings behind, itching on the back
- and I fly. Why?
But I know it's on purpose.
On purpose.

In this dream I see the dead from the graves.
Their souls do smile, their bodies do shine,
"Now we'll tell who you are", they say,
But I already know
My purpose.

But today again I'm awaken from my dream
Awaken on my side,
Cause on my back I would scream
I don't know why.
But I know this is on purpose.
On purpose.

Today the person I meet will be you.
Your soul'll become bright, your eyes'll become wide.
You'll say, "I know who you are", but won't tell.
And you'll do it on purpose.
What purpose?