We are children of the dawn
We go along the beaches of the sea
Looking for someone to bring us
Olive green flowers on the branch
We sail from wave to wave
No we knew of pain and sorrow
Along the beaches of the sea we go
Looking for the morning? clear
From the top of a mountain
We light a fire
So that the flame doesn't go out
That gives life throughout the night
Messenger dove called
Messenger of the dawn
When the night comes, let it come
From the top of a mountain
Where the wind has cut ties
We will leave for the night
Where there is always a good star
Night and day at the break of dawn
Turn your bow my people
That victory no longer waits
Fresh, breeze, enchanted Moira
Turn the bow of my boat.