Caught up by a rush A frail leaf is swaying down- A divine gush Falls on me. Just look round.
ПРИПЕВ: My arrow-winds direct savage energy, My airy whiff makes oceans rise, Nature appears in it’s glorious panoply – Breathtaking show of a mystic might.
Carrying raging seas, Mountains and vast lands, Through centuries The world rests in my hands.
ПРИПЕВ
Lured by airglows and halos Drifting ships and wayfarers Desperately try to search for Hidden in me gates to heaven.