When the last hope has disappeared,
the ray of light has set
then inhale, let out
a melody in a bold voice.
When you are standing in the sowing of rain,
stones on your feet, like a tree
that is shedding leaves like feathers
but the root bone is strong.
And let the winds come, we'll stay here,
our roots sprout here.
Back from the forest, in the thundering voice
they echo towards the sky.
Take your sisters and brothers along.
It's time to go, holding heads up.
Over the meadow, the wind carries us,
gives us the lines of the song.
And let the winds come, we'll stay here,
our roots sprout here.
Back from the forest, in the thundering voice
they echo towards the sky.
When the last hope has disappeared,
the ray of light has set.