The Song Of Life کے بول

I've been fire, fed by the four winds I've been water in the stream And a drop of dew on the culm I've been clay in the hands of a potter I've been rosin of a tree And a leaf, by the breeze carried away I've been a child of seven spirits I've been an eagle in the skies And the swashing fish in the lough fulgent I've been a tear in the wind And a word within paean I've been a flower on the green pasture I've been the song of a bird And the vast roar of a bear I am a lump of this vivid soil I'm the brother of the trees a chthonian lot of this earth Breathe this dream, and let your soul inhale it! Bare and naked, let us dance on the meadows Revel within this nature which we're all a part of. Free this wolf forever! Free this child! Indui uelui cantla canamos.