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I have been travelling for two days, carried by the bard's words,
Singing the beauty of our landscapes and the myths related to them
I feel rooted in these lands that have seen me grow up,
Vibrating with these men I call brothers, dancing with the daughters of the village

But underneath the surface is an old echo that calls
Buried dreams, which in a crash reappear

Now that the bard is singing of brave warriors,
I have a feeling that these lands, once so vast,
Have become too small for me
I yearn for my name to be sung in the vigils, too

How are the sights beyond the mountains?
How would it be to ride across the Great Plains?
How would it feel to be seated at a table with kings?

They told me that my dream was too big for me,
I buried it deep down to keep that void quiet
Today, my ramparts are shattered,
Swept away by this cry, which has become too powerful

I will be a warrior, I will travel the earth,
for my destiny to be fulfilled
and my tale to be counted by bards

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