Our traditions in our hearts, in our minds To which we hold so dear so kind
Our way of life is stripped, away, away Our way of life is gone, no more Have no way of turning back
Have no way of turning back
The young don't know, our ways, our rites The young don't care about the fight
The sacred land obliterate This place so dear had met its fate
Will we survive the times to come Shall we see another rising sunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
