Fires are blazing on the grey hills We are seeing off our gods They are going with the cold wind Accompanied with our laudatory songs We made a song About each of them For our children to remember To whom their forefathers were bowing
Fires are blazing on the grey hills We are seeing off our gods They are going with the cold wind Accompanied with our laudatory songs We made a song About each of them For our children to remember To whom their forefathers were bowing