A silent lake under eagle's wings Reflecting sky and mountains high It's waters hide some mystery A plate of stone, discovered trace, leads back to unknown days
See a witness in every pile of stones, every place where they are standing in cirles silent witness to the past, to times of old belief when spirits reigned in the mountains alone
Still so many secrets And so many tales untold remain
Their life so different to ours Though the place we live is the same So close to natural powers A land that no one could tame
Where the scared spring creates a place benign You feel fine, perceiving the ghosts of the old days
Still so many secrets And so many tales untold remain
Their life so different to ours Though the place we live is the same So close to natural powers A land that no one could tame
Knowing the threats in a world of regrets By the soothing of spirits they try Keep the white death away saving harvest and hay Let the tempest of demons pass by