Rich is the earth in the burning evening light, the passion of our fathers is tormenting us to the last. Then they gave us eyes that drunkenness decants inside so they gave us hands - the sinful fruits of twilight We love our land sorrowfully their gray heads we love, fertility they gave us. We will weigh up our thoughts like rotten branches until the sunny dawn warms the ground and our hearts. The stronger one will wash our faces In the night through the swampy… Dawn warms the ground …and our hearts… (unbekanntes Interpret) they will….the underwood The underwood will wake up in the sun And war will begin its song again On hands and clothes the first through the swampy clearing Let’s sharpen our senses Let’s not blow the fire from the mouth of the beast Let’s fear the progeny And so, brother of mine, brother of mine, just one thing to do now Brother of mine, don’t hide your face It’s war again, today… it’s warTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
