Mountains Voice Suivre l’histoire

It took me a while to realize

That something was missing along the way.

Until I came across

The mists of the mountains.

Eyes shone distant,

Feeling the emptiness awakened in me.

With the mists they came and the air

Tasted like the drizzles of old.

The melody of the mountains

Resounded deep inside here

And took me to distant times

When perdition had not found me.

In the lull of the mists I went

Flying with the stars above

And down rivers of tears and rain

Carrying past mistakes.

And through the silence of the mountains

They came back, singing the mists language

Singing what the people had forgotten.

"Listen to the cry of the mountains

For the illusions that darken horizons.

Do not close your eyes to the lights of the stars

And do not let yourself be blinded by the sparse lights of the world.

Remember the mountains that dwell within you

Unafraid to resonate with old mistakes

For the mists will take care of the melody

And the rain will come...

And you will get wet....

And it will be all right."