If the sun refused to shine, I'd still be loving you. If mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.

The mountains look on Marathon - / And Marathon looks on the sea; / And musing there an hour alone, / I dreamed that Greece might yet be free.

Then as it was, then again it will be, and though the course will change sometimes, rivers always reach the sea.

And it's whispered that soon if we all call a tune, then the Piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn for those who stand long, and the forests will echo with laughter. Does anybody remember laughter?

Many corpses will be floating in the sea,

Follow the river and you will find the sea