The stones on the wet sand
and the wind makes a leisurely walk.
There on the forbidden land,
only the shaman can loudly talk.
Sweep of his old hands will make
the stones to hear and to breathe.
The ancient spirits awake.
Now he is ready to speak.

He can give you an advice
how to find your own way.
Then the one who had given them their lives
could easily take it away.

CH The magic of the ancient Seids
and all the doubts fade.
Here you can hear your heartbeat so clear
that you`ll overcome your fear.

You hear the rain from the sky
falls down into the dark lake.
Like your life is carried by
into the river of human mistakes.
Touch the stone, and you feel
the eternity in your cold hands.
They will forever stand still,
until they are buried by sands.