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I remember myself as a child,
When I ran and rolled in the long green grass and
I feel the wind on my pale face,
I can taste the salty air of the sea

Again I see all the colors of those stormy skies
and those breathtaking sunsets
I hear the sound of unfurling waves,
as they pound the rocks of your steep cliffs

The tales I've heard, legends I've learned,
have fostered that bond, that I feel for my land
Deep in my soul, deep in my bones, this strong tie will never die

I can see the circle of dark stones
I recall those verdant and wild landscapes
I feel the rain on my naked skin
I can hear the wind above the old oak tree

When I'm lost and I feel tired
When I need to rest or when I am so scared
I close my eyes and I think I'm home
I am deeply feeling the strength in my veins

The tales I've heard, legends I've learned,
have fostered that bond, that I feel for my land
Deep in my soul, deep in my bones, this strong tie will never die

Sense the strength that fills my heart and my soul
My roots run deep in my soil

The tales I've heard, legends I've learned,
have fostered that bond, for my land
In my heart and my soul
Cells made of sand, rocks as my bones, wind as my breath, soil as my flesh

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