Early spring
  he came across the mountains
  running from his past to liberty
  this world , his hands
  and nothing there to stop him
  who cares for human property
  
  I keep my claim
  
  He made his home
  in the valley by the river
  sheltered from storm and the silent rain
  without fear
  the deadliest beast in the forest
  the master of fire were to keep his claim
  
  I keep my claim
  Keep my claim
  
  Strenght by time
  people followed his footsteps
  with them buildings it´s an urban war
  buildings became cities
  it´s a natural expansion
  and we don´t need to hide
  in forests anymore
  
  No one can own this land
  the forests and mountains demand
  the forces of nature runs free
  when we were totally disrupted
  we couldn´t see . . .
  
  No one . . .
  
  No one can heal this land
  no one . . .