Remember all the trials
Through the cloudy mountain sides
When rivers starved to death
Whatever feelings you had in you left

When the enemy runs
[?] What is this feeling in the rain
What if I never feel the air again

Song for the sold
Stick a finger to the poles
Song for the sold
Stick a finger to the ground

A hundred eyes to hold
Very many smiles of old
[?]

Now the enemy is bright
[?] What is this feeling in the rain
What if I never feel the air again

Song for the sold
Stick a finger to the poles
Song for the sold
Stick a finger to the ground