Above the mountain, the mountain
An eagle is flying
High above the mountain
An eagle come down
To the soldier who falters
The soldier on the ground
By the mountain
I feel nothing
For in my own heart
Every tree is broken
The first tree will not blossom
The second will not grow
The third is almost fallen
Since you betrayed me so, since you
An eagle is flying
High above the mountain
An eagle come down
To the soldier who falters
The soldier on the ground
By the mountain
I feel nothing
For in my own heart
Every tree is broken
The first tree will not blossom
The second will not grow
The third is almost fallen
Since you betrayed me so, since you