| From the land of coldness
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| Under the Northern vault of the sky
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| Echoes the tune of yearning
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| For the times of the sun and light
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| It’s the bird of the midnight moment
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| The swan of the brightest nights
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| And the song about her leaving
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| While the snow covers the ground
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| The brightest stars in darkness
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| Lighting up the stage of the night
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| On the soil so deeply frozen
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| Lying the bird with wings so white
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| Eyes full of the deepest sadness
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| Leaving now the final glance
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| On the landscape of her kingdom
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| On the stage of the final dance
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| This is the dance that I once learnt
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| The dance of the dying flames
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| The wistful song of the midnight bird
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| Will my wings carry me once again
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| To the place so far I leave
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| To the land of the whitest nights
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| It’s the time to say the last goodbye
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| I’ll take my final flight |