Vast forests with evergreen trees
Foggy hills the eye can see
The wind sweeps through a valley
That lies by the deep blue see

village from another time
Awakens with the misty dawn
This is my home my mind shows me
The home that I will never see

Small houses, carved in dragonheads [bad word] 
The smell of tar and burning wood
Men and women breathe their souls to their craft
Some dancing to the lyre's tunes

young man wraps his arms round me
One dancing flame we came to be
The only vows I chose to know
This is the place I call my home

Oh, the vision tortures me
I will never really see
I will never smell it's smell
Nor touch the face of my loved one

My village by the deep blue sea
Today an ugly factory
Oh, why has it [bad word] my fate?
That I am here one thousand years too late