Use your magic!

Use your swag!

Use your all, to get back in the race.



Use a rope or a brick,

hit the one that broke.

Get back in the race.



Get back in the race,

Life is not yet over.

Almost to the half point.



Almost to dream's goal,

Almost - but not yet ye friend!

You shall not be put down just yet.



Walk the mile,

Jog through the day,

Put the car in one or two.



Don't let life go by fast,

Like the car who wrecked,

After the race was won.

Watch the birds go,

Watch the clouds flow.

Watch the horse,

Watch the rider,

In one single harmony - Fly.



Watch the people run,

Watch the cows go done.

Wath ye friends,

Wath ye deer dens,

Over, together, in one single harmony - Fly.



Ye can not stutter there,

But ye can stutter here.

Welcome to my land,

Welcome to the band,

Where we go, in one single harmony - Fly.

Up, up my dreams go.

*Higher! Higher! I tell my soul won.

I let my hopes flow,

As a small, light burns only one.



My dreams are not yet scattered,

My hopes not yet up in fires.

My heart is not yet battered,

But you, my friend, are always hired.



Hope and trust is all one needs,

To be part of a nicer society.

Be one of good deeds,

And soon, be welcomed in the community.



Don't let hopes, dream, and deeds go rotten,

Don't let them go undone.

"Chase the soul!" - Mother Cotton

"Chase the soul!" - Father Fun.


I will sing to the ones,

I will sing to them all.

They will know who won,

The dreams the One called.

Over the wooden jump,

Over the broken lump.

Over the swing n' fence,

Over the mean n' sense.

Then over the River of Freedom,

To the Field of Manes.



All kinds flow as one,

In a single unit of past victories won.

Four legs, multiple beings, but one heart,

Like a beautiful work of art,

To the River of Freedom,

To the Field of Manes.



They graze upon the gentle grass,

One watching all in daylight pass.

The night, the day, the bad, the good,

White, black, paint and all in the covered mud.

All in the River of Freedom,

All in the Field of Manes



Long live the four-legged beings!

Long live the single heart of beating!

Horses ever more!

Horses to the core!

In the River of Freedom,

Are the Field of Manes.

Do you remember, friend?
How I called from over seas and above?
How you came willingly?

Look at your friends now!
Do they not know that they will be here also?

This is the land of the spirits!
Land where there's no pain, no sorrow.

Yes, I know you miss them,
I know you think you need to be with them,
But they will be here soon.

I know what I'm telling you is sad,
I know, my friend, I know,
But they will be here soon,
You are now they're guardian angel till their end.