In this land
Where everything is still
Nothing moves anymore
We have seen things that are hard to understand
And if you can't make sense of
The things you have lived
Will the memory fade?
Here the winter
It is cold and long
And it seems endless
Where the heat
It is always slow in arriving< br/>They took our dreams from us
With the dreams of our fathers
And they won't give them to us anymore?
Sometimes...
The rain falls thick and not We get wet
The wind blows strong and doesn't dry us
And you can't see the sun but you know it's there?
And in the end
What are we
Just old people and plants
We are trees in a birch forest
With our strong arms
And roots well planted
In a land of pain
We are left alone to remember
br/>Fair, ready to bear witness
With our big hearts
For the days to come
And never forget
RIT x 2:
Sometimes.. .
The rain falls thick and doesn't get us wet
The wind blows hard and doesn't dry us
And you can't see the sun but you know it's there?