Born in the mountains,
Fifty years ago
I've trod the hills and valleys
through the rain and snow.
Seen the lightning flashing,
I've heard thunder roll.
I've endured,
I've endured.
How long can one endure?
Barefoot in the summer,
running through the fog.
Too many mouths to feed,
they couldn't hold us ...
Weight: 1
surrealism matte background oil on canvas deep color chiaroscuro