Henadzi Karohvich - The Golden Flames Are Calling For His Name

The golden flames are calling for his name
A heart of fire, never-ending flame
He feels the spirit in the morning breeze
Walking proud and strong under the ancient trees
Aretha M
The price of freedom
It's the land of the sun
And the spirit of the soul
Areca mango
The price of freedom
Where the rhythm of the drums
Takes total control
Areca
The spirit, spirit, the power, power
The stars are watching from the velvet sky
Breaking every wall, his destiny is high
We are the children of the motherland, writing our glory in the burning sand
The price of freedom is the land of the sun and the spirit of the soul
The price of freedom where the rhythm of the drums takes total control
Total control
Ariki-tiki-tumba Hey-ya
Ariki-tiki-tumba Hey-ya