I'm sitting by a lake. But it's not of this earth. The water is so clear. And the birds are alive. A mirror for the sky. They see themselves. And fly away.
A deep voice is rising. From the heart of the mountain. Vibrations of the stone. I can hear in my heart. . The call of instinct. The flight of the powerful.
A deep voice is rising. From the heart of the mountain. Vibrations of the stone. I can hear in my heart. . The call of instinct. The flight of the powerful.