I am tight on the ground
Rooted to the ground with a karst stone
Tossed by the wind
Burned by the sun
I stand on my ground
Every stone remembers my ancestors
Their footsteps and the sacred lineage of the highlanders.
This stone remembers and I can't back down from anyone
I'm standing and waiting for you
Millennium and more I have met many
All of them got what they deserved
I’m drenched in blood still with a smile
Still standing and not giving up.
I am the son of these crags and stones