Текст песни Died On The Land

In the trees the bird sings Melancholy, reminiscing Where the landscape used to be In the dying embers Lay the ashen part of me On the surface I am weak Do you ever notice If you close your eyes and listen You can hear our mother cry All the pain she’s feeling With the wounds that never heal What will you do to make this right For you it comes so easily This flesh before you gave to me My planet watched my mother breathe They soon took my identity All that I’ve earned so patiently The earth turns cold so they can see This work undone to vacancy You took so much, give it back to me