I come here From behind the seas The hills, the serpent roads And ancient gates I come here Totell you a story About things which drown Today in the mess... I will haunt you When the dreams come true With my own eyes you will see... ...Look at the forest The land of your fathers Your home - You should shelter it... You will reach With the bounds of present times Lost imprisoned You will feed Its hunger with desires And with freedom ...With my own eyes you will see And they will lead you...