One man told me story (a)bout kindness And glory (a)bout people that not live today
That man was from Norway He made a great voyage But he never ever going away from his house
Maybe it was cold wind in my ears Maybe he was just cold norway wind in my ears in my ears
Once I walking down The streets that were frown The country that waiting your brave
And out of the blue birds starts singing for you songs that you dont ever Get at(постигнуть)
Maybe it was just a dream in my head Maybe it was one of the dreams in my head dreams in my had
So I say you my friend Don't forgetting your dad Don't forgetting your house and your roots
Don't forgetting first breath Don't forgetting first kiss Don't forgetting your first brown boots
Maybe i just the wind in your ears Maybe I just one of your stupid dreams Maybe I just the sand in the wind But Maybe I just the wind in the sands Maybe we just the wind in the sands