I have no clue why there is a click at the start.
Shoes in snow
steps
we climb the hills
crosses on our backs
...
We carry them for our faith
our belief
a sweet escape
here beyond the trees
...
where no one asks
what we do, how we breathe
here they cannot tell us
how and why they lead
...
no power, no constraints
freedom
controls this place
not man
...
here nature rules
as we carry The Word
we carry our faith
to satisfy the thirst
...
man only destroys
does only for his sake
though here it is balance,
the mountains give,
the mountains take
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