A pail in my hands I'm walking in the swamp I'm searching for the cloudberries but found none Velvety moss yielding under my feet Upon the hummock I lay down to sleep
The flock of gnats keep teasing on me Whining in perfect harmony It shakes me awake when I hear the sound Harvester's blast when it hits the ground Felling down those last old trees Shattering the land with iron and steel
On the swamp pine is trilling the Song Thrush Trilling his tune, calling her bride But the echo so silent only answers Still keeps on calling, calling in vain
But the innocent bird keeps on trilling Trilling his tune, calling her bride Don't know that their nest has been brought down With fire and steel, dumbed in the ground
Taken is your soul Taken is my soul Hollo - disgraced and wasted Broken - is the spell of yours Hollo - disgraced and wasted Broken - is the spell of yours
I am ashamed, you - deaf and dumb Wrong has been done - by me and my like
Hollo - disgraced and wasted Broken - is the spell of yours Hollo - disgraced and wasted Broken - is the spell of yours
I'm walking away and never will returnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
