Bukahara
Makda
They're trembling and shouting with eyes turned whiteto the beat of drumsThey're stretching their arms to point at the skywhere Makda hears their criesAnd slowly they are rising to the starsyears of battles and warsand they're still dancing wildAnd behind the hills she's still hidingher soul is as old as the rainAnd the tales are maybe forgottenand so are her thousands of namesbut her greatness still remainsInside the cicle horns are burntthe flames light up the nightThey're chanting the name of the one who gave birthto the sun, the moon and the starsAnd the wind is singing lonely from afarThe flood washed away their temples and gravesLetras de cancionesbut somewhere they're still prayingAnd behind the hills she's still hidingher soul is as old as the rainAnd the tales are maybe forgottenand so are her thousands of namesbut her greatness still remains
From Letras Mania