Farewell!
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Pine and deciduous forest that stand on the border
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Here a moraine ridge guides the breeze
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Layers of rolling gravel like the subjects' hobs
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Has since ancient times, from bare mountains, traveled with the ice
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The waterfall, the jaws of the ancient castle are rustling
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And spits out its emerging river
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At a high plateau where lynx hisses shyly
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And trace fossils have been washed away by the blood of the mountain
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In the dark stands the mighty wall of the mountain
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There storms sing in grumpiness, To the mountains, to the mountains
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By glacier stretch wide sculpture
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Shaped by the ruthlessness of the times
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In the dark stands the mighty wall of the mountain
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Like an obscure titanium army, To the mountains, to the mountains
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As shadows valleys with pointed contour
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Giants who accompany were travelers
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Were greeted! |
Snow brand slave showing the depths
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Eternal snow, like a polar dream
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The full moon spreads its garb beyond the thousand-meter precipice
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Predatory game pulls shadows forward in boundless current
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The rock slabs vibrate and grind in their body
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From the erosion of the ice river to the hudlen stone
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Covered by creeping heather that is woven against a gnarled top
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Now I get peace of mind to think and live in the delta entrance
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In the dark stands the mighty wall of the mountain
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There storms sing in grumpiness, To the mountains, to the mountains
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By glacier stretch wide sculpture
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Shaped by the ruthlessness of the times
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In the dark stands the mighty wall of the mountain
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Like an obscure titanium army, To the mountains, to the mountains
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As shadows valleys with pointed contour
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Giants who accompany were travelers |