Speeding train You empassioned train Sliding down the steel, and hurry We're home now With every step I want to kiss the sweet ground Am I home or am I dreaming?
Below the country Could you hear me call you About the drinking of the cattle on Thursdays Majestic mountains, that stop my heartbeat Were you wiser in the old days? Madmen you don't even care And people follow your glory, glory And trade your lives for trifledom, never loving
Years are days I long for coming home To see the mistles lying Along swaying marshes With the white glooms gleaming And the cattle swishing And the sponges, birds below Watch them sailing through the forest
Years are days I long for coming home To see my people living See the old men peering From the long white birds And mother's well and ready moaning Show me that Cannot wait to ask you where you've been
And they cry and laugh and then Then think that it's true My people, I'm alive, alive
Singing, dancing in the streets Holding hands as fun Won't you take my hands So why again, to move my feet I've gone too many years With making ties among the arts Rain-from the time I returned to myself Was it worth it, what was the victory? When I'm here, now I know Now I know that it doesn't matter I'm only man inside
Patronic defenders, hope for your freedom For your homeland
---------------- Don't you preach me your liberty I have seen the pain of war As for me I damn it to hell
God has him his heroes That are near him in paradise
But the smell of burning incese Doesn't reach us in the trenches Slowly now, must be courageous Build up something from this war
I love you woman Can't afford to hear what you say No I didn't need your lips To tell me that it's over Was it worth it? What's the victory?
What is there? There for me? When I see that my home is different Nothing's the sameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
