It's hard to translate the words, but it is a feeling of coming home, of being safe. Despite the cruel and harsh waters that we may find ourselves in. Some peace in the decisions that we've chosen. For there is no wrong choice when decided with one's will.
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It is the song of my people. Those of the Steppe.
It's hard to translate the words, but it is a feeling of coming home, of being safe. Despite the cruel and harsh waters that we may find ourselves in. Some peace in the decisions that we've chosen. For there is no wrong choice when decided with one's will.