Beneath the sun, a peasant heart A land where bitter armies marched But here even serpents have their day Crosses and flowers bloom and stay
Past our pain and our losses when we climb the hill of crosses March through death to where love is When you climb the hill of crosses
Murder turns the sky to rust Children's faces crumble to dust Tyrants wax and tyrants wane The tree bends but still remains
Past our pain and our losses when we climb the hill of crosses March through death to where love is When you climb the hill of crosses
Cross-crowned with the sun's rays They tore it down but it grew again With Motherland blood grows the grain Rye waves and harvest will come again
Past our pain and our losses when we climb the hill of crosses March through death to where love is When you climb the hill of crosses...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
