Tonight I'll sing you the story of my life I've loved music since I was a child A spell turned my fingers into iron All instruments broke into my hands One day I met a beautiful wood nymph She played sweet melodies with her lyre She said I couldn't know and call her name or She would disappeared into a lake of tears Spirits of the mountains and the trees Of the lakes and rivers and the seas Mother Earth she spread them Into the whole nature Sun and moon take care of Her creatures A night I saw a fire in the dark wood Sitting around little gnomes Cristiannes I heard them telling rumours and tales They said her name, my nymph Antermoia Looking into her deep water blue eyes Nothing was as sweet as calling her name The fate was done, do you know what happened? She turned into a crystal lake Spirits of the mountains and the trees Of the lakes and rivers and the seas Mother Earth she spread them Into the whole nature Sun and moon take care of Her creatures Gnomes' choir: Our dear Antermoia Now that he said your name Oswald gained the music But he lost you, his love From the valleys to the mounts Oswald tells legends and tales Everybody calls him Minstrel of Dolomites