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Primordial Breath Lyrics
The calling wind on my face
Waving from the summoning of giants
That heals my soul
The virile fragrance of alpine tor
The blowing breath of this fold
That dreams me
Pervading every single nook of existence
Veidon anatlâ
Trireinos koilon monis pantos
Volevos kaion moricus
Ni têrsos tenkos sves nâus-anatia
In litaviâ votno-ûrâ
Mê anatlô
Qe tebô lama deivos skver-ollos
[English translation:]
[Mumbling breath
Flowing through the loins of my pain
Plashing at the havens
Of homeless sailors
Mooring their soulships at the urgrounds shore
I breathe in
And touch the hand of the all-pervading]
Laden with the burden of this life
The barque sails through endless waters
Deep and dark
Yet gestated pristinely and free
Escorting to the biding warmth
Of the womb
"I'm a bard do you not vouchsafe my secrets to slaves
I am a guide a judge if you sow you will labour"
Waving from the summoning of giants
That heals my soul
The blowing breath of this fold
That dreams me
Trireinos koilon monis pantos
Volevos kaion moricus
Ni têrsos tenkos sves nâus-anatia
In litaviâ votno-ûrâ
Mê anatlô
Flowing through the loins of my pain
Plashing at the havens
Of homeless sailors
Mooring their soulships at the urgrounds shore
I breathe in
The barque sails through endless waters
Deep and dark
Escorting to the biding warmth
Of the womb
I am a guide a judge if you sow you will labour"
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Quoted from the disk insert:
"This song just expresses the Celtic reverence and affinity for nature. It expresses the Celtic understanding of living in and with nature as a small part of an eternal and immeasurable whole. Presenting a poetically written chorus in the Gaulish language, the lyrics close with the quote of a welsh bard dating from early middle-ages, yet still cherishing the same ancient persuasion of natures sovereignty."
English translation of the Gaulish language
Mumbling breath Flowing through the loins of my pain Plashing at the havens Of homeless sailors Mooring their soulships at the urgrounds shore I breathe in
And touch the hand of the all-pervading