Taken from the new album "Bitter Story for Humanity". OUT NOW!
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Keops are:
Vana Beara – Vocals
Bruno Mičetić – Guitar
Branimir Habek – Guitar
Zoran Ernoić – Bass Guitar
Adam Miler – Drums
Music and lyrics: Bruno Mičetić
Keyboards and arrangment: Mistheria
Audio production: Doka Z. Kaitner
Video Production: Vrana Film
Director & DoP: Toni Drača
Assistant Director: Irma Horvat
Second Camera Operator: Rudolf Frajman
G&E Assist: Rudolf Frajman
Behind the Scenes Photography: Nika Kovačević
This video was made possible through the kind support and cooperation of:
- Javna ustanova za upravljanje zaštićenim dijelovima prirode KKŽ
- Turistička zajednica Đurđevac
- Turistička zajednica Središnje Podravine
- Turistički ured Turističke zajednice područja "Dravski peski"
Filmed on location at the Đurđevac Sands Special Nature Reserve and along the banks of the Drava River.
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Lyrics:
In the land where spirits dwell,
Chief Seattle's voice will tell.
Of a time when nature's might,
Was revered in sacred light.
Sky, the water wild and free,
How can you put a price, you see?
We're bound to birds, the beasts, the trees,
One united by nature's decrees.
Every part of this sacred Earth,
Every tree, every shining birth.
Memory of our kin is held,
Preserve our land, it's not your call.
The rivers douse our thirst,
The rivers feed our kin.
Give them kindness as you would your own,
To your care, with your love.
We're just strands in the web of life,
Preserve it, care, hold it dear.
For her spirit, let it appear,
We love this Earth, our faith is strong.
Every part of this sacred Earth,
Every tree, every shining birth.
Memory of our kin is held,
Preserve our land, it's not your call.
Every part of this sacred Earth,
Every tree, every shining birth.
Memory of our kin is held,
Preserve our land, it's not your call.
Sacred Earth, every shining birth.
Preserve our land, it's nit your call.