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Luz Pura do Norte

The Days Of The Trumpet Call

Pure Northern Light

I chose the path amongst snow drifts and ice
That leads to the bridge made of pure northern light

Pure northern light

Pure northern light

Flying high in cold white Bulgarian mountains
There amid the ancient snow frost of the evergreens
Silent and awesome in their strength
I knew the correctness of my decision

Luz Pura do Norte

Eu escolhi o caminho entre as nevascas e o gelo
Que leva à ponte feita de pura luz do norte

Pura luz do norte

Pura luz do norte

Voando alto nas frias montanhas brancas da Bulgária
Ali, entre o antigo gelo das árvores perenes
Silenciosas e impressionantes em sua força
Eu sabia que minha decisão estava certa