My love

You drag so many says, and many wars, for ages

Your gallant tide who bounds the land is aching

Mon amour

The king is wrong and breaking down beliefs we had in each others

I’m like a deer, with you my dear

There’s nothing else, we can’t achieve

Then claiming for a severe flood and raise the rage

River that everything drags is known as violent, nobody calls violent the margins that arrest her

We grant our life to the road and bet on death

We brave the time as we ride the surge

There’s nothing wrong to escape from fear

This shore is made to be blessed again

Rivers are leading us up to the heart of our soul

Cities are standing alive and protecting our yarns

There’s so much flames to embrace

Forest are moving so fast that I’m breathing again