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The calling wind on my face
Waving from the summoning of giants
That heals my soul

The virile fragrance of alpine tor
The blowing breath of this fold
That dreams me

Pervading every single nook of existence

Veidon anatlâ
Trireinos koilon monis pantos
Volevos kaion moricus
Ni tęrsos tenkos sves nâus-anatia
In litaviâ votno-űrâ
Mę anatlô

Qe tebô lama deivos skver-ollos