The night arrives And with her dark veil Under her semblent Our stately land
The land of fog From exuberant forest Of powerful mountains And crystal lakes
I am the horizon where clouds Bring winds of truth Mountains wolves howling Announcing the winter
The moon call the wolves Reigning the dark night that Reflects the lost souls In the lakes southern mother
Our dear and beloved land Mother of the south And people pride Brave valiant and honorable How beautiful is our mother landTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
