Текст (слова) песни: Hin Onde - Language Of The Woods
[Music & Lyrics by Wircki]
Came the long winter`s cold and told it`s tale to me Flew the moonbirds suggesting spells of the gleaming moon Blew the wind with it`s mystifying whispers Swaying firs compiling secret words For those with a mind to know
Ancient phares within the treetops The language of the ages old Spells never buried, the bard eternal, The spirit of woodland sings it`s wisdom, spreads it`s magical might And luckless lands of north reveal their secret forth
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