Who left the wish for thousands of years ?
Still, there are songs left without words
with the ancient love which never fades.
Alps in my vision, they chains to the horizon.
Who gazes at the blue sky day and night?
Who thirsts for the eternal dream and life?
Still, there are songs of paean.
With the dignified spirits which will never die.
Mountains before my eyes, they chained to the heaven.
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