The mountains are high, like distant dreams,
Reaching into the sky through the clouds.
The wind sings a song of freedom there,
The sun tickles the silver peaks,
The river in the valley whispers fairy tales.
The silence in the mountains is so boundless,
As if time itself has stopped its steps here,
My heart is pulsating in the rhythm of the winds.
The mountains are the power that purifies the soul,
The mountains are the breath of my dreams