Over mountains and plains
Sun seems to have disappeared
Sweet is the cold breath of the wind
Blowing a well-known melody
A ship sailing on the horizon
Reminds me of my stormy childhood
I was born in a place
Where skies and earth make only one
Passing over the foaming rivers in my torn red pants
I used to sing this sweet melody
far from your sun I stand x4
Winded by our runs through the moor
We laid in the tall grass
The wind swept our hair
The rain washed our muddy faces
Under the wrath of a raging sky
We watch waves breaking on cliffs
In a dark moonless night
We were the guardians of this land
far from your sun I stand x4
Over mountains and plains
Sun seems to have disappeared
Sweet is the cold breath of the wind
Blowing a well-known melody
A ship sailing on the horizon
Reminds me of my stormy childhood
I was born in a place
Where skies and earth make only one
Under the wrath of a raging sky
We watch waves breaking on cliffs
In a dark moonless night
I am the guardian of this land
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