Not far from his home
A magic tree stands
Alone, free
And he knows
And he knows
And he knows
Love
Freedom
Loving freedom
Rendezvous
Not far from his home
Stands a monument
Mountain, chained
And he knows
And he knows
And he knows
Love
Freedom
Loving freedom
Rendezvous
There Farhad
Stone carver chiseled
Once rose his axe on himself:
"Death better than life without her"
Now in exile
Magically alone
With people around
He knows love.
He knows freedom.
He finds them absent.
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