(Verse)
Against the winds with ? I turn my hands
Against the sea with our box to the ones
Against the stress in the presence of our enemies
Against the storms, ? worn out faces
We're driving up throughout the skies
Of the crane, the flight of the crane ?
(Chorus)
The call of the mountains, the call of the air
The call of our home, the beat in our heats
The call of the mountains