Behind the gates of the forest, a beautiful paradise
The atmosphere every time it becomes more welcoming
The Moon with its cold caresses
Winter as sad as the wind
When the ancient forest die
My raw soul will hang from a tree
The dark will always be beautiful
True peace is within me
Warm ancestral atmosphere guides my way
In your beautiful forests the calm invades my spirit
Behind the mountains the Sun hides
The night comes and the atmosphere still continues
The Moon with its cold caresses
Winter as sad as the wind
The dark will always be beautiful
True peace is within me
