Consistent, pushing aside all disbelief; abandon my friends, my home Losing my mother tongue But I will bear this heavy loss Former brothers calling me betrayer and burned the words we wrote I will overcome Solaced by this certainty this delusion will fade
Our words of reason, lost in the roar of cadence The beacon of humanity, beclouded by their cold, black sun In the scattered light of all your torches his rotten face seems like a saviour's smile to you
An army of lost sons still hidden in the dark The voice of an enslaved nation A force of banished daughters We have to stay the course! Consistent, without anguish! We may sow the seeds of upheaval just from the outside; but with burning hearts we shall recurTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
