It follows

In the steps of the wind,
In the joy of the prim,
In the eyes of the grim,
it follows in sin.

It follows in sin,
It follows in love.
Alleviates the heart,
Assembles lost part.

It follows the wind,
It breaths in the sand.
It holds all the glory,
of one´s own land.

It is the passion,
that borasca plays.
In thunder, in sevage,
child alone stands.

It follows the human,
It follows fast.
The hope and the loving
making it proud.

stvora

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