| The way is long, time is too short
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| This little footpath seems never to end
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| Green are the trees, musk on the stones
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| How it looks strange this mystical world
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| Sweet smelling rose what do you hide
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| Behind your innocence red like my blood
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| Hungry for victory, hungry for love
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| Love for the earth that made me her son
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| Strong and invinsible serving my cry
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| Go now and ride there where dragons fly
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| The rocks appear in front of me
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| When the first shadows pretude to dark
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| Near is your end wild holy path
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| Open my eyes to what the sun hides
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| Beloved mountain what do you hide
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| Where does your river flow, I want to know
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| Hungry for victory, hungry for love
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| Love for the earth that made me her son
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| Strong and invincible serving my cry
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| Go now and ride there where dragons fly
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| Beloved mountain what do you hide
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| Where does your river flow, I want to know
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| Hungry for victory, hungry for love
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| Love for the earth that made her son
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| Strong and invincible serving my cry
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| Go now and ride there where dragons fly |