Late summer night. From cloudless sky Countless stars watching down on Earth Cold northern winds already making their way Through crowns of ancient trees Ancient forest stands from beginning of time Stately pines rest against northern sky Mighty children of nature many secrets they hold Hundred sagas unwritten, thousand stories untold They remember that time when gods themselves liked to walk on our earth They're so old they have witnessed the creation of men They remember great heroes, righteous kings and countless wars Our ancestors who lie deep below their roots …And so I walked under trees and ancient magics I felt And spirits of wood I saw. And pines bowed down and crowns were rustling in wind Like they wanted to tell something to me. And I said my prayers to Gods And I honored the memories of fallen And I wished as I saw shooting star To rest forever in this Ancient Forest