| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |