Oh, you beautiful escape...
You reckon me back to life
Your sway echoes along the drafts
I'm complete when you're falling.
Each drop that falls,
Is a calling back to reality.
Witch stroke of wind,
Supports my dreams and caries my hopes.
Oh, you beautiful landscape...
Bring me into normality,
Shake my foundations,
make me smile through hard days.
Your images afloat my horizon,
And It's easier everyday,
Cause everything will get better,
When nature is pure and touchable.
Oh, you beautiful world...
Don't you ever change,
Keep holding hands, hold unto sacred love.
Live between solidary and reality.
Preserve humanity as the last resource,
To keep escapes and landscapes alive.
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