The wind brought the song
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To me from my native side,
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Where under a scattering of stars
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Herbs are like carpets.
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Where in forest lakes
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The scarlet sunset is sinking,
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And the trees around
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As if the guards are standing ...
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Sun's first ray
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The forest awakens
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Under the endless tent
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Dawn skies...
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What do you see in a dream
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On the other side?
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Echoes of stormy days
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Yes, dashing campaigns?
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The fate of a warrior is the way
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Forget what you left...
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But on the other side
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He sees the house in a dream.
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Give me drink, wind
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Drunk with tart power,
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To sound in the soul
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Your daring song!
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You brought me the smell of firs
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From my native lands,
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And the heart beats faster
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And the blood runs faster!
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Sunset shines again
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Funeral pyre…
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Will you return Yes to your dear home?
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The rain is crying in silence
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And the trees are rustling:
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Come back to me,
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Come back.
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I look in the darkness in the stillness of the night,
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And I can't sleep under a foreign moon.
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If only a bird would soar into the sky!
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The way home is long, longing is deep...
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A wolf to run a long path,
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That through the forests will lead home.
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Only ahead of the battle await me
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And the paths lead to distant lands...
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And in foreign places, at the ends of the earth
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There will be a song, a song of victory.
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Let it fly to where my house is,
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The forest is noisy, the height of dawn is burning!
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I will raise the sword, I will swear on my life -
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What could I save in bloody battles -
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I will come to you, I will return back,
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And again I will step on my native threshold!
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The song of the river is about you...
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The sound of rain is about you...
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Remember me
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On the other side... |