Now I am a soul that glides in fjords and kindles
Pure gentle springs from sea-shores
My eyes are the colour of the sky and ocean and harmonize
My eyes observe and look for what may be sought
Install faithful, thoughts, predictions
Harmony, in the past and present
Who is the one who falls prostrate
Some hidden last bellow blares
My eyes are like grass green shoes
My eyes contain the dreams one may dream
Dales brimming over with hope and desire
Harmony, because I am you
Now I am a soul that glides in fjords and kindles
Pure gentle springs from sea-shores
My eyes are like grass green shoes
My eyes contain the dreams one may dream
Dales brimming over with hope and desire
Harmony, because I am you