Avven - L.78 (Angol translation)
The dawn is early to wake
a young eye that hides it's tears.
Torments cross the dreams,
wars are cruel and cruel is this day.
Over the mountains a beautiful song is sung,
I'd give anything of mine, for it to be that way.
The wind can move mountains,
bears them to the other side,
but believe me, for you I'd stand on them,
and guard the last paradise.
Let the rivers wash away these coasts,
take them far away,
bot believe me, for you I'd swim in them,
and guard our paradise.
The wind can move mountains ...