She runs, her cold feet caressing the grasss where she used to sit. And on the edge a path leads to the West, She knows it from long ago when the world was in its early days. Timeless a song that vanished in dream, As gold sand was made to torn to mud, Flooded by rivers of pain and cold streams of hate. ♪ She says "let it go, there is no need to fight" When she used to sing "Namariё" Floating to the edge, where a path leads to the west, She was made to turn to dust, Wounded by words of hate and the void that took hold of our souls.