Song for hills...

Oh! The hills when will you call me back,
The fog, the mist, the moist wind 
The trees, the dens, the  narrow lanes,
The never ending turns, the sun that not burns
The place from where the soul never returns,
Oh! The hills when will you call me back..

The steep slopes, the thousand hopes
A moving train on the roads,
Along the stream , through the clouds,
Where the mind is free from doubts..
To feel the spirit, to hear the nature's melody
Oh! The hills when will you call me back....