Korpiklaani - With Trees Lyrics
Far, far away, where the birch wouldn't growFar, far away and where the wind freezes your faceThere you won't be aloneI would rather fly with eagles, to the snow hillsI would rather run with wolves, between the treesI would rather be with trees, than in the middle of noisy streetsSo far away, My mind flies to the moonFar, far away, I can see what happens soonAnd what's most important