I've been following the source of footsteps A march behind the coldest dark forest Haze below the black clouds of the mountain Scattered above this heretic madness Eventhough sunrise is shinning too cold Behind the diagonal image of trees Fair humidity inside the woods Surrounded by echoes of wild ambient In the black shades of tyrant Finding a pleasure to living here Between the twinkling flares above Mother Nature enchants me with her charms For the elders and the ancestors I honor all the presents and form of peace For all beings that are behind this silence I surrender myself to the nature A perfect creation. Of what Earth needs. A pillar of the sky. That keeps the air above. At the foot of the mountain The river flowing toward east On the top of the mountain The strange voices is calling The voices is calling. The mountain is calling.