With the dance on the wind,
You sing with the stars,
Imagine a life,
Without quarrel or bars.
The world starts to groan
Under the hate,
Something must give
Something must break.
Something must break and
Everything give,
Filled with new life,
The dream will then live.
Sent by the stars,
Son of a mountain,
Brother of trees,
Flow like a fountain.
In the moonlight you sing
The song of the seas,
Glowing warm hope,
As soft as the breeze.
A land will take shape
Born of sweet love,
Sweet is the night,
Sweet is the dove.
Sweet is the dove and
Tranquil the night,
Righteous lifts up,
And evil takes flight.
Sent by the stars,
Son of a mountain,
Brother of trees,
Flow like a fountain.
With the glory of dawn,
The sun now arrives.
A new realm appears,
The cock starts to cry.