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When I look ahead, where the mountains rise
Where the winding path stretches out of sight
With my wish in mind - see the peak of snow
I simply pack my things ... and go ...
And here I walk this way with feet on stony ground
To savour each step I take ... no matter what I'll find
No need to think of all those obstacles around
I finally reach the top, sit down and feel alive ...
Gonna make it right - and I breathe in ... Gonna make it right my own way
Take it as it comes - simply feel it ... Take it without thoughts, without pains
Gonna make it right ... and you're gonna share my endless view ...
Gonna make it right, make it right ...