a little much for 125fortable people.
And for me, you mean a lot in this life.
But why are you standing on your knees,
crying quietly?
And I'm trying to wake you up from a ghostly dream.
Whatever you are,
but you're still my homeland.
Green meadows,
magnificent houses,
written walls of the tormented cities.
What is it for you?
The guilt that is lowered by this indignation and
the duty fulfilled by the neighbors of the gods.
What is it for you?
These faces of the ants of fate,
running on the sidewalks of dreams.
What is it for you?
Let this trouble go away and let your land go with you.
Where does the homeland begin?
Where does
the homeland begin?
You mean a lot in this life,
but why are you standing on your knees,
crying quietly?
And I'm trying to wake you up from a ghostly dream.
Whatever you are,
but you're still my homeland.
These mountains,
this land,
I've never looked at them,
I've never been there,
but I know that they look like me.
When she puts her hand on the palm of the sky,
she tries to break free from the body,
let my soul fly.
And maybe someday your land will be crushed,
your dreams will be broken,
and you will be recognized in love.
And you just need to hint to yourself,
to reproach yourself a little for not knowing what it starts with.
Where
does the homeland begin?
Where does the homeland begin?
What is it for you?
Black salt,
azure winter,
orange summer,
cherry gardens.
Waters,
streams,
rivers,
what is poured into the sea.
What is it for you?
What is it for me?
It is like a rainbow,
it is the answer to all questions.
Why are we so driven into a black and white light?
After all,
our roots are only here,
we understand the power of the earth,
after all,
we grew up from here.
Where does
the homeland begin?
Where does the homeland begin?
And for me you mean a lot in this life,
but why are you standing on your knees,
crying quietly?
And I'm trying to wake you up from a ghostly dream,
whatever you are,
but you're still mine.
We left,
we left her,
we came back,
we understood,
and you accepted us with tears.
We were,
are and will be sons of the earth,
our fragile part of the infinite planet.
And you will someday shed not tears,
but a magical light.
And everyone will rise from their knees,
the stereotype of a stupid prison is destroyed,
and this light will pour into your souls.
Listen!
Listen!
You mean a lot in this life,
but why are you standing on your knees,
crying quietly?
And I'm trying to wake you up from a ghostly dream,
whatever you are,
but you're still my homeland.
You're my homeland.
You're my homeland.
You're my homeland.