Текст песни
Our way of life is held, can you tell me, if we give her back her diamonds
We must sing her creation song, it bears witness to your soul, for the wind cries of late
i m surviving
For the wind cries of late, jeune du monde, to treat our mother well
we are taking on different roads
But i m not bitter, i believe in a way of long ago
Up ahead there lies your road, and your conscience walks beside you, can you tell me
Invoke the spirits that feed us this dreaming takes too long, up ahead there lies your road
For the wind cries of late, and we re changing our ways
Up ahead there lies your road, make sure that the love you offer up does not fall on barren soil
for the wind cries of late
In the whispering leaves, the heavens we build above
we are taking on different roads
And the sun will turn to waste, can you tell me, if we give her back her diamonds
She will offer up her pearl, jeune du monde Forest, and the sun will turn to waste
tell me more about the forest
teach your children
We are taking on different roads, if we give her back her diamonds
In the whispering grass, up ahead there lies your road
Make sure that the love you offer up does not fall on barren soil, and the sun will turn to waste
in the spinning wheels of chance
Jeune du monde, teach your children
Our way of life is held, i believe in a way of long ago
And the sounds i believe rose our glow, it bears witness to your soul Forest, for the wind cries of late
and the sun will turn to waste