Torches to guide the way To walk the misty paths The forest seems like a shelter On this cold winter night
A huge fire is reflecting shadows Of youth and old age As the open place is reached And the elderly take their seats
This is the night of the season's change And a new fire shall be lit A silent moment to remember the deceased (The way our ancestors did)
Season's change Season's change
Traditional music containing the soul of a people On this cold winter night Again a circle completed and rituals more ancient As if the son of God never arrived
Memories subconsciously always present Vague visions of past centuries
This is the night! When season's change This is the night! When season's change
The trees seem to whisper their names The wind is full of a thousand voices As if summoned from the past Though no words are needed A tribe will never die!
Memories subconsciously always present Vague visions of past centuries Appearing in the mind Images of times we may have never lived Yet oh so present, so divine!
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Copy to Clipboard: Torches to guide the way To walk the misty paths The forest seems like a shelter On this cold winter night
A huge fire is reflecting shadows Of youth and old age As the open place is reached And the elderly take their seats
This is the night of the season's change And a new fire shall be lit A silent moment to remember the deceased (The way our ancestors did)
Season's change Season's change
Traditional music containing the soul of a people On this cold winter night Again a circle completed and rituals more ancient As if the son of God never arrived
Memories subconsciously always present Vague visions of past centuries
This is the night! When season's change This is the night! When season's change
The trees seem to whisper their names The wind is full of a thousand voices As if summoned from the past Though no words are needed A tribe will never die!
Memories subconsciously always present Vague visions of past centuries Appearing in the mind Images of times we may have never lived Yet oh so present, so divine!
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