Posmrtna Liturgija - Woods lyrics

In these old woods cold winds to blow And echoes from the trees are here to show Greatness of the forest resting for a years Greatness of this land slowly dying Sound of horn in the leaves Can take us to the past To see long lost battles and victories That was fought in olden times Woods are calling my griefull heart To rest in their silence eternaly Enchanted by horizon frost is drying my heart Cold wind blow in my face Snow from the mountains Looking on Alma in far distance I hear the woods calling my name Woods - take me away! Woods - close my eyes! Woods - take my heart! Woods - and let me die!