Fight with the wind
In silence dwells force
Upon eagle’s wide wing
You see your far course
Within every word
Pure power flows through
Resting still world
In silence dwells force
Upon eagle’s wide wing
You see your far course
Within every word
Pure power flows through
Resting still world
Over the steppe, over green sea
We surf to reach the world’s rim
Upon the old restless dream
We fly on our horses’ back through the real
Eagles fly high
Watching our rise
They tell the tale far
To spread the word of our tribe
For enemy’s fear
For memories healing
We will go ahead
They fly to sing of our life
For a song, a lullaby
The eagles keep this tale through the time
Linlin's Poetry 