The old man told me a story about a tall man Brazuzan the man high as a hill He was so big, that when he walked through the old village People went back home and start to pray Each step of him all the ground shakes and it sounds Like a hurricane, but no one knows how good was his good heart Since he was a little kid he never had a friend Only Grinch the fox and Lix the tree And he cried too much, was so sad, so sad, always felt alone His tears became flood to the people But one day Grinch came to know that Guilart-the evil giant-would came to the village bringing his evil horde Coming the day on the hill of the wise The meeting has succeed The both seems like two walls colliding Blood in everywhere Hammers hitting, swords screaming Giants falling down Guiliart headless, bleeding Brazuzan ground On that day the unique who cried was the tree and the fox And for short minutes the cry of the land was listened to everyone The people felt bad and they were full of blame, they loose a grandious man And all the faery beings sung magical hymns for him Crying people coming from the village to his grave Tears felt down on his tomb Praying from a possible return of the man So Brazuzan came to rise up and with love of all the people Became the great village guardian