On the paths
of the enchanted forest
this little, lonely and homeless
drowns into the fantasy

Following the footprints
of a lonely wolf
He is my brother,
a son of the moon.
Side by side we breathe
the scent of the moss

But in the webs of my dreams
are glittering the drops of reality...


[Chorus:]

I'm the forest soul,
the little troll.
Who knows where is my home?
What then if my journey is
without a destination?
Listening the stories of the wind,
hearing the past,
an eco of the scream.
With the northern lights
flies my soul.
Here is my home...


Think about time,
one hudred years
is nothing but a moment
in the river of eternity.

In the loving arms
of my Mother Earth
I drink from the
spring of immortality.
For them I'm not a stranger,
just a child of the nature...

But in the webs of my dreams
are glittering the drops of reality...

[Chorus]

This is the song
for the lakes.
This is the song for the land.
This is the melody of forests
and the ground where I stand.

This is my
call of the wild.
Thuis is my
dream of a child.
The silent cry of a wolf,
whisper from the fells.

[Chorus]

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