Alba s touto skladbou:
In Our Hands,
Stories tell of magic realms
that are buried underground
Once upon a time
there was a girl wearing the crown
Although she lived in bliss and love
there was a longing for the earth above
for daylight and stars
And so she climbed up high
to pass the secret gate
Blinded by sunlight her memories fade
and noone has ever since seen her again
they say her spirit survived
This is the story of Moana’s return
Where am I now?
Why did you lead me here?
Those rotten walls
they scare me, they make me feel
that I’ve been here for a long, long time
but who is the guard of this hidden shrine?
I am the pan, your servant, your friend
I am as old as the trees and the wind
and I know you will
remember your name
then I shall take you afar
So carry me down
This is the story of Moana’s return
(to) where faries still live
and the moon never dies
Where thrones in golden light are waiting
This is the tale of her rise and her fall
In the shelter of comforting night
you shall be questioned
till your spirit revives
and I’ll be there to guide you through
What are you waiting for, girl?
Just get it done
One: do recover the key from the toad
Two: get the deggar, but don’t touch the fruit
And three: spill the blood of a poor little boy
So carry me down
This is the story of Moana’s return…
The distance is fading
the breathing gets low
(and she falls)
Nobody else in this place
but her and the faun
This is the story of Moana’s return
(to) where faries still live
and the moon never dies
Where thrones in golden light are waiting
This is the tale
remember the tale
this is the tale
of her rise and her fall