"But **** came, shining in white flame, and <...> were gathered all the great birds of heaven <...>"
"Bet atvyko ****, spindintis balta liepsna, ir <...> buvo susispietę visi didingi padangių paukščiai <...>"
And the strings crescendo like the sunrise in the sky
The percussion section thunders like the storm clouds in their wonder up on high
The brass is roaring like the mighty ocean’s tide
Creation is music, and music is creation
Nai i cala Eruo siluva tielyasse...