A Chamada da Néboa
Qué sabemos nós que non saiban
Aspedras, a xiada e o Sol
Ou os Urcos do son
Verbas do luar
Bicos dende o alén
E os susurros das Mouras
Despiden o xerán
A seguinte mañán
O seguinte solpor
Desacougo no ar
E bágoas no chan
Chamemos ás néboas
Que carregan a luz, pois miña é a labor
De pasala ás túas mans
Ollando ó redor
Mais aló dos salgueiros
Xa non queda máis
Que marchar diste lar
Deixemos ista terra ás fillas do mar
Que fan o amor
E pelexan a dor
The Call of the Fog
What do we know that they don't?
The stones, the frost, and the sun
Or the echoes of sound
Words of the moonlight
Kisses from beyond
And the whispers of the fairies
Send off the chill
The next morning
The next sunset
Restlessness in the air
And tears on the ground
Let's call the fogs
That carry the light, for it's my job
To pass it to your hands
Looking around
Beyond the willows
There's nothing left
But to leave this home
Let's leave this land to the daughters of the sea
Who make love
And fight the pain