So
The sun's light flows from the deserts
The distant clouds burn in my eyes
The sun's light flows from the deserts
The distant clouds burn in my eyes
Let the darkness be over the mountains
The stars look at the skies from the ground
Let the darkness be over the mountains The evenings of the village
The moon calls to the sight, the clouds
The beautiful musketeers, the tea-makers
The moon calls to the sight,
the clouds
The beautiful musketeers,
the tea-makers The old men look at the roads The old
men look at the roads The evenings of the village
The wide ruins are endless The world
of trouble is the hands of the tribes
The wide ruins are endless The world
of trouble is the hands of the tribes
The moon calls to the sight,
the clouds The beautiful musketeers,
the tea-makers
The moon calls to the sight,
the clouds The beautiful musketeers,
the tea-makers
The evenings of the village
The beautiful musketeers, the tea-makers
The music of the village is like a song
The beautiful musketeers,
the tea-makers The music of the village is like a song