I'm walking and I feel the sun
of the afternoon on my back
while on my front I feel the sun
of the morning.
All the white horses
all the white horses
and the countryside
and the countryside, and the countryside
I'm coming down along the paths
that cross the meekly ground.
How good it's to forget for a moment
about the people that steal us and kill us.
All the white horses
all the white horses
and the countryside
and the countryside, and the countryside