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