1. DREAMLAND

In front of the dreamer,
I can see the sky,
Diving into the water,
Without a sound.
The cold Wind of North,
Is blowing high,
Through the mystic land of dreams,
Through the mystic land of dreams,

The mighty path of the blind souls,
With the footprints of my ancestors,
The dreamer's dream, endless fields,
A misty sight, lost horizons...

Surrounded by the shadows
Moveless and quiet,
The dreamer, asleep, alone
Into the dark,
All over, the trees whispering
Forgotten words,
The stones, the water, the Earth
Sing an old prayer...