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Tonight I’ll sing you the story of my life

I’ve loved music since I was a child

A spell turned my fingers into iron

all instruments broke into my hands

One day I met a beautiful wood nymph

she played sweet melodies with her lyre

She said I couldn’t know and call her name or

she would disappeared into a lake of tears

Spirits of the mountains and the trees

of the lakes and rivers and the seas

Mother Earth she spread them

into the whole nature

Sun and moon take care of

her creatures

A night I saw a fire in the dark wood

sitting around little gnomes Cristiannes

I heard them telling rumours and tales

they said her name, my nymph Antermoia

Looking into her deep water blue eyes

nothing was as sweet as calling her name

The fate was done, do you know what happened?

She turned into a crystal lake

Spirits of the mountains and the trees

of the lakes and rivers and the seas

Mother Earth she spread them

into the whole nature

Sun and moon take care of

her creatures

Gnomes’ choir:

Our dear Antermoia

now that he said your name

Oswald gained the music

but he lost you, his love

From the valleys to the mounts

Oswald tells legends and tales

everybody calls him

Minstrel of Dolomites