Only the Elder Brother Will Help

It is so.. It is not so There is a home - but no comforts There is salt - but no bread There is a cry - where is the answer? And the wind is my enemy My fear - is the first step My light - is a rye field My path - is a sea of lies Where are you, those who are forever on the road What awaits me ahead? There is a cross between the roads There is a beggar's bag, there is a threshold A staff of grass - is my lot I have reached what I wanted It is so! It is not so! There is a home - but no comforts! There is salt - but no bread There is a cry! Where is the answer? Where are you, those who are forever on the road What awaits me ahead?.....