Letras
Carpathians, tell me—who dwells in your embrace?
Serpents or wolves in the mountains' hearted space?
What secrets lie hidden in the forest's veiled domain?
Do dreams awaken, or do nightmares rise again?
The wind from the peaks whispers tales of the stars,
Silent trees murmur of warriors from afar.
Like the dance of the wild, they hunt and deceive,
Yet dreams come softly, bearing hopes we believe.
Rivers trace the echoes of secrets untold,
Mountains cry their legends to the sky so bold.
Ancient heroes' spirits guard their sacred sleep,
Carpathian forests whisper sighs so deep.
Through rushing streams, an ancient song ascends,
As silence of the past awaits the bells to bend.
Every murmur hums a tale, forever passed,
As the mountains cradle dreams in slumber vast.
Your steps resound upon the mountainside,
Like fairy visions where lost spells reside.
Who can hear the voice of the wandering breeze?
Only the Moon dares to unveil dark mysteries.
Rivers trace the echoes of secrets untold,
Mountains cry their legends to the sky so bold.
Ancient heroes' spirits guard their sacred sleep,
Carpathian forests whisper sighs so deep.