作词 : GLANZMANN, CHRISTIAN 作曲 : GLANZMANN, CHRISTIAN The calling wind on my face Waving from the summoning of giants That heals my soul
The virile fragrance of alpine tor The blowing breath of this fold That dreams me
Pervading every single nook of existence
Veidon anatlâ Trireinos koilon monis pantos Volevos kaion moricus Ni têrsos tenkos sves nâus-anatia In litaviâ votno-ûrâ Mê anatlô
Qe tebô lama deivos skver-ollos
[English translation:]
Mumbling breath Flowing through the loins of my pain Plashing at the havens Of homeless sailors Mooring their soulships at the urgrounds shore I breathe in
And touch the hand of the all-pervading
Laden with the burden of this life The barque sails through endless waters Deep and dark
Yet gestated pristinely and free Escorting to the biding warmth Of the womb
"I'm a bard do you not vouchsafe my secrets to slaves I am a guide a judge if you sow you will labour"
作词 : GLANZMANN, CHRISTIAN 作曲 : GLANZMANN, CHRISTIAN The calling wind on my face Waving from the summoning of giants That heals my soul
The virile fragrance of alpine tor The blowing breath of this fold That dreams me
Pervading every single nook of existence
Veidon anatlâ Trireinos koilon monis pantos Volevos kaion moricus Ni têrsos tenkos sves nâus-anatia In litaviâ votno-ûrâ Mê anatlô
Qe tebô lama deivos skver-ollos
[English translation:]
Mumbling breath Flowing through the loins of my pain Plashing at the havens Of homeless sailors Mooring their soulships at the urgrounds shore I breathe in
And touch the hand of the all-pervading
Laden with the burden of this life The barque sails through endless waters Deep and dark
Yet gestated pristinely and free Escorting to the biding warmth Of the womb
"I'm a bard do you not vouchsafe my secrets to slaves I am a guide a judge if you sow you will labour"