Letra
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What should be the clear measure of the courage of a man in the adventure?
What should be the soul quality, needed to face new and greatest challenges?
What is the meaning of your life if you do not live your time intensely?
What is the meaning of feelings flowing abundantly from your soul?
Who knows?
Maybe it is there, in the highest cliffs
In the green of the forest that floods me
In the coldest air which I had breathed in my life.
Who knows?
It is a gift from God to the human race,
The hills, lakes, rivers, landscape,
A beautiful view, along the Sun Road
Going to the sun,
Logan Pass, here let s come,
Running on switchbacks
Under snow
Going to the sun
Windy, iced, dangerous,
Hairpins turn, everyone,
No troubles
Going to the sun
Jammer bus, red like blood,
Much Snow cornice, big drift
Too much cold
Going to the sun,
For the worthy Blackfeet folks,
Deity Sour Spirit came,
To teach hunting