Текст песни ANCIENT RITES - Fatherland
ANCIENT RITES - Fatherland слова песни
Текст песни ANCIENT RITES - Fatherland
When the restless North Sea istrying to gain more landAnd a merciless west windsteals my breathWhen the fierce waves are pounding on the beachesPlain as an endless desert( )Or uttermost vile storms areTeaching my people humblenessThen one can see my land resistThere one can see my land fightAs gloomy grey skiesCast away the northern sunI turn home... Always turn homeI turn home... Always turn homeAnd our cities and villagesRepresenting centuries and centuriesSeem to drown due to eternal rainfallOr the rivers turn into GoldI turn home... Always turn homeI turn home... Always turn homeFatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland!Fatherland! Keep on turning to my Fatherland!Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland!Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland!Our cities seem to drownDue to eternal rainfallI watch the riversTurn into GoldUnder a genial sunWhen snow capped forestsCreate visions larger than lifeThen I realise where I belongMy eyes have seen the continentsThe beauty of foreign civilisationsAn uncontrollable desire forces me to wanderYet echoes of melancholy and rememberingThe splendour being mine (make me turn home)