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Minstrel of Dolomites

	Tonight I’ll sing you the story of my life
	I’ve loved music since I was a child
	A spell turned my fingers into iron
	all instruments broke into my hands
	One day I met a beautiful wood nymph
	she played sweet melodies with her lyre
	She said I couldn’t know and call her name or
	she would disappeared into a lake of tears
	Spirits of the mountains and the trees
	of the lakes and rivers and the seas
	Mother Earth she spread them
	into the whole nature
	Sun and moon take care of
	her creatures
	A night I saw a fire in the dark wood
	sitting around little gnomes Cristiannes
	I heard them telling rumours and tales
	they said her name, my nymph Antermoia
	Looking into her deep water blue eyes
	nothing was as sweet as calling her name
	The fate was done, do you know what happened?
	She turned into a crystal lake
	Spirits of the mountains and the trees
	of the lakes and rivers and the seas
	Mother Earth she spread them
	into the whole nature
	Sun and moon take care of
	her creatures
	Gnomes’ choir:
	Our dear Antermoia
	now that he said your name
	Oswald gained the music
	but he lost you, his love
	From the valleys to the mounts
	Oswald tells legends and tales
	everybody calls him
	Minstrel of Dolomites

	Tonight I' ll sing you the story of my life
	I' ve loved music since I was a child
	A spell turned my fingers into iron
	all instruments broke into my hands
	One day I met a beautiful wood nymph
	she played sweet melodies with her lyre
	She said I couldn' t know and call her name or
	she would disappeared into a lake of tears
	Spirits of the mountains and the trees
	of the lakes and rivers and the seas
	Mother Earth she spread them
	into the whole nature
	Sun and moon take care of
	her creatures
	A night I saw a fire in the dark wood
	sitting around little gnomes Cristiannes
	I heard them telling rumours and tales
	they said her name, my nymph Antermoia
	Looking into her deep water blue eyes
	nothing was as sweet as calling her name
	The fate was done, do you know what happened?
	She turned into a crystal lake
	Spirits of the mountains and the trees
	of the lakes and rivers and the seas
	Mother Earth she spread them
	into the whole nature
	Sun and moon take care of
	her creatures
	Gnomes' choir:
	Our dear Antermoia
	now that he said your name
	Oswald gained the music
	but he lost you, his love
	From the valleys to the mounts
	Oswald tells legends and tales
	everybody calls him
	Minstrel of Dolomites