These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arm

d.s.
pilko ryto fone.
nera ziemos. nera. sniego nuoplaisos tykiai tirpsta ir jos, paskutines likusios, o man pries akis medziu virsunes, o jose pumpurai lizdus krauna pauksciai grizo i mano miska (vakar nakti) o vejarodziai sustojo sukesi ir rodo i dangu.
pranasaujuosi prisikelima.