The Son of Mountains
I dreamed about mountains and hills,
Howling wolves and screaming eagles.
Over the walley and over the fields,
I've lost my superego, lost my fears.
I've become immortal, the Son of Nature
The wolves and eagles came closer
The eagles friendly sat on my shoulders
The wolves became my little brothers...
YOU ARE THE SON OF THE MOUNTAINS
Grow, my son, grow
Upon the world
Grow, my son, grow
You are strong
Feal, my son feal
You are the wind
Feal, my son feal
You are so wild
Rise, my son, rise
Reaching for pride
Rise, my son, rise
Nowhere to hide
Fight, my son, fight
Fight your path |
