Текст песни Orphans of the Motherland

Who'd ever thought it would all turn around? Even in the square embracing the sounds Of long silent bells awakened everywhere From the cathedrals of answered prayers Slow communion, broken union Father's sons and daughters so tired Catch your breath and hold your fire Brothers in arms take your sisters by the hand And deliver the orphans of the motherland Who'd ever guessed it would all hit the ground? Lowering the flag, the hammer sure came down Rising faster than the bread that they need The price of this change is paid in the street Slow communion, broken union Father's sons and daughters so tired Catch your breath and hold your fire Brothers in arms take your sisters by the hand And deliver the orphans of the motherland Deliver the orphans of the motherland