Original lyrics
ENThe pines are breaking
The wind takes a heavy toll
On branches frozen
And the worker in the cold
I am my father's son
I am my mother's child
I break my back for you
I give my time
Now the winds are shifting
The rose has virus and in time
We'll dig it from the garden
And throw it on the pyre
For all you own
You won't own this
You won't own up
You won't own me
Splash some water on my face
10 hours in it's okay
Rewind, repeat
This is how it is
The things I say to you
I am really saying to myself
While we're on the subject of taste
It is a faulty trope
When you prefer who plays
In your country home
The palms are wasted
Someone's salted all the fields
Beds are burning from what you've wrought here
