Torches to guide the way

To walk the misty paths

The forest seems like a shelter

On this cold winter night



A huge fire is reflecting shadows

Of youth and old age

As the open place is reached

And the elderly take their seats



This is the night of the season's change

And a new fire shall be lit

A silent moment to remember the deceased

(The way our ancestors did)



Season's change

Season's change



Traditional music containing the soul of a people

On this cold winter night

Again a circle completed and rituals more ancient

As if the son of God never arrived



Memories subconsciously always present

Vague visions of past centuries



This is the night! When season's change

This is the night! When season's change



The trees seem to whisper their names

The wind is full of a thousand voices

As if summoned from the past

Though no words are needed

A tribe will never die!



Memories subconsciously always present

Vague visions of past centuries

Appearing in the mind

Images of times we may have never lived

Yet oh so present, so divine!



This is the night when season's change