Luyện nghe bài hát The Ascetic

Everyday I go the mountain
Climb to the top, but I know what for.
It's quiet I hear a voice from the mountain
It "beware of what you want...it might want you more!

Ashes...my hut...
But like cherries blooming from the hill
One of my patients...just he died
And just before I the hospital and began to travel
If he could face death so calmly, how can I life with
So much doubt? now...i sit on the of a mountain,
And the shadows slowly filling the valleys below.
But not without the that still linger,
And constantly caress the of my shadowy interior...
At a cathater expels impurities,
In a of model effeciencies. and my previous profession
Always at least offered that. fully in clean and
Well-lit places. a sterile feel, seals infecti[b,
But not from disease. I wonder if I left anyone behind?
But somehow, I can't remember. only an oddly-defined try
To a better way. but somehow...i don't believe this is it!
I about india, and the hindu concept of life,
To be so loved...and understand the space reality and
Perception. and now...it seems I live there...