[verse] The land of silver mountains, the kingdom between the peaks, the valley built of ancient stones where time refuses to speak. The realm of singing Alps, the forest of silent pines, every step reminds you softly who you were, who you might find. [chorus] So tell me the names of countries written in light and air, where the earth keeps on breathing and the heart remembers there. From mist to sun, from stone to sea, this song travels further than you and me, through the land of stories that keeps on singing in me. [verse] The land of gentle rain and chocolate hard and true, the river flowing through our memories past streets that hum old tunes. The realm of roses, rugged mountains, castles buried underground, cellar beer and ancient dreams where every wall has made a sound. [verse] The coast of a thousand islands, winds that taste of salt, the realm of wind and water where the horizon halts. Deep forests, ancient stories, a digital wood by the sea, silent lakes and racing reindeer where the night still breathes with me. [chorus] So tell me the names of countries of fire, of ice, of time, where the world learns slowly what it leaves too fast behind. From mist to sun, from stone to sea, this song travels further than you and me, through the land of stories that keeps on singing in me. [verse] The realm of wine and wondrous cities, paprika and thermal dreams, the island made of fire and ice where new words learn to breathe. Emerald mist and ancient myths, a boot of sun and sighs, amber hidden in the pines, a silence wide as skies. [Brigde] A mini-realm between the mountains, light and legends in one breath, a small land holding great silence where even shadows speak of depth. Honey-stone and rolling hills, wine that whispers without sound, a kingdom shining by the sea, black mountains, blue around. [verse] Low horizons, towering clouds, fjords that whisper snow, endless plains with fiery hearts, a sea that says: stay slow. Forests filled with shade and echoes, an old nest on the rock, rivers beating out their rhythms against caves deep in the dark. [chorus] So tell me the names of countries of golden fields, blue skies, where the light will never fade and silence says: this is life. From Alps to Adriatic seas, from mist to melody, this song is a journey without end, this land… still sings in me. [outro] The city of whispering domes, of mist, of tea, of tunes, I don’t carry it on a map, but where my heart moves.
