Emhudlhevukshja
Damián Antón-Ojeda
He stood within the height of ages
Watching as the sun waved the ground
And as angry as the sun
Burning to fly
To shed from a broken family
A parched orchard and a starving fox
From here to the summits
Are the scripted bodies from ancestry
A young boy in the stream of adventure
The aroma of nature inherit
The oxygen from the growing grass along the side of the river
All the poetry aside his burning anger
Under the heat of the sun he trеaches
I far away
I sun mërhã
I far away
I sun mërhã
I far away
I sun mërhã
I far away
I sun mërhã