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how has come the time for the war to be behind
in the season when the tepid wind blows on the barley
when the snow vanishes and ravens fly high in the sky
when the wild life reborn from its own wet ash.

the time is for me now to ride away from my constant thoughts
to go through the deep forest and the vast green plains
for feel free and unchained from my daily fears
waiting for fresh night, my glance plunges into the sky.

waiting long for the solitude of the winter
I shall unite the lands as one with me.

following my instinct, changing my expected fate
I got engulfed into the dark away from my wasting war,
lonely and bravely I shall find my wisdom into the night
riding like a wolf looking for my nobleness and dignity.

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