Snatches of the memory create a picture of life… I am a young warrior who is not afraid of death Fallen in battle and risen in arms of Mother Earth Try to forget the cold winter day, When death almost outwitted me But absorbed in sleep, I'll see again...
Gloomy shroud of the grey clouds will cover The land of my taste and the land of my wins And a flock of ravens flies down to the body The scene of last winter will die in my eyes
I hear the course of an old clock I wake up to the chirping of birds, From the bright rays That shine in my face And warmth bestowed by you... Life bestowed by you Love bestowed by you I’ve found strength And I live again, I feel the breathing of Earth
I have been down, and now I'm coming To the land of my taste, the land of my wins Where clouds scud across the sky like birds of air And the scene of last winter revives in my eyes