Текст песни Поль Мариа - Композитор Ариель Рамирес

On the steppes and oak forests
In ice water
We are not going for fame
We are going for a dream.

Us under a starry roof
Sing hobble
No poetry above
The breath of the earth!

What will be able to compare
With the greatness of the mountains
With fluttering flares
Over the surface of the lakes?

What worries you more
What is the cry of a crane?
What happens dearer
What is this land?

We wandered around the world
Not for rewards
We walked on secret signs
We wandered at random.

We have seen such
On the way to the edge
What hardly believe
I'll tell friends.

I want my son
Appeared in a dream
In the sky, a crane wedge,
Floating to the moon.

And happiness will awaken
To the smaller brothers ...
May the living abide
Alive in the world!

Let it rush through the years
Father's Testament:
Man is the son of nature
If he is a man!