This story began before I was born A childless woman cried sadly at home Her maid gave birth to a child of her own My father felt joy yet he was torn A conflict began one day at dawn The maid took your hand and you were gone To the desert you left, towards the unknown I reckon you were so alone God will hear you oh, my blood For the years you roamed in dirt and mud Forsaken like a nomad, deserted in the flood Forgive me, brother You did nothing wrong and took all the shame I suffered myself, yet I am to blame The lord blessed us both, but we still fight and claim That kid on the mountain, - what was his name? Brother hear my plea tonight I grew tired from these endless years of (Our) fight From a tiny corner stone we may build our realm of light Please hear me, brother...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
