With Trees - Korpiklaani

Far, far away, where the birch wouldn't grow
Far, far away and where the wind freezes your face
There you won't be alone

I would rather fly with eagles, to the snow hills
I would rather run with wolves, between the trees
I would rather be with trees, than in the middle of noisy streets

So far away, My mind flies to the moon
Far, far away, I can see what happens soon
And what's most important

Daleko, daleko, kde břízy nerostou
daleko, daleko a kde tvou tvář pálí mráz
Tam nebudeš ty sám

Já spíš poletím s orly do sněžných hor
Já spíš poběžím s vlky mezi stromy
Já spíš budu se stromy, spíš než v hlučných ulicích

Tak daleko, má mysl letí k měsíci
Daleko, daleko, vidím co se stane
A co za to stojí