Take me home
To where all the flowers grow
Fields and plains
Under the sunlight's glow
A breeze of air
Brushing against my skin
Chirping birds
Flying into the wind
Will I ever see the day
Tranquil as the sea at bay
Lie upon the softest hay
Will I ever have a say
Ashes fall off
The wounded forest trees
Burning oil
Seeping into the leaves
Shifts the earth
Under my static feet
Hungry lives
Give in to their defeat
Will I ever see the day
Tranquil as the sea at bay
Lie upon the softest hay
Will I ever have a say
Pull out from the race for power
You are not god
Pull out the plugs from your machines
They poison your land
Will I ever see the day
Tranquil as the sea at bay
Lie upon the softest hay
Will I ever have a say

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN