Where is the logic in tolerating boundaries That the eye cannot see, That the heart will not follow, To which the very land won't adhere? A true test of decency is: When faced with razor wire One can only fix on the beauty on the other side, The wire won't come into focus. The shadow it was built to cast is dismissed by the boundless sun. To uphold these limits of land betrays a limit of the mind. We are only alive in these songs, And the songs belong to the land, We must bury all those that divide us Under the ash of every national flag! Its time to end the pain the borders bring, Strike again the hammer sings!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
