I remember myself as a child, When I ran and rolled in the long green grass and I feel the wind on my pale face, I can taste the salty air of the sea
Again I see all the colors of those stormy skies and those breathtaking sunsets I hear the sound of unfurling waves, as they pound the rocks of your steep cliffs
The tales I've heard, legends I've learned, have fostered that bond, that I feel for my land Deep in my soul, deep in my bones, this strong tie will never die
I can see the circle of dark stones I recall those verdant and wild landscapes I feel the rain on my naked skin I can hear the wind above the old oak tree
When I'm lost and I feel tired When I need to rest or when I am so scared I close my eyes and I think I'm home I am deeply feeling the strength in my veins
The tales I've heard, legends I've learned, have fostered that bond, that I feel for my land Deep in my soul, deep in my bones, this strong tie will never die
Sense the strength that fills my heart and my soul My roots run deep in my soil
The tales I've heard, legends I've learned, have fostered that bond, for my land In my heart and my soul Cells made of sand, rocks as my bones, wind as my breath, soil as my fleshTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
