The ballad of the never-ending fight
There is a land.
It is the land, where my mother’s flowers bloom
and my father’s trees cast their shadows.
It is the land, where I was born.
It has made me who I am
and will be always a part of me,
as long blood runs in my vein,
as long I have flesh on my bones,
as long a thought is in my brain,
as long my heart doesn’t rest under stones.
When enemies colour the river
with the blood of my sisters and brothers.
I’ll stand against them,
ball my fist and scream comes out of me.
<Look in my eyes and don’t think you get it easy.
I fight for this land and the fight will never end,
as long blood runs in my vein,
as long I have flesh on my bones,
as long a thought is in my brain,
as long my heart doesn’t rest under stones.>
There is a woman.
She is the woman I have been looking for
all the time in my life
to fall in love with her in eternity.
She made me who I am
and will be always a part of me,
as long blood runs in my vein,
as long I have flesh on my bones,
as long a thought is in my brain,
as long my heart doesn’t rest under stones.
When a heartbreaker comes along
and will steal her love.
I’ll stand against him,
ball my fist and scream comes out of me.
<Look in my eyes and and don’t think, you get her easy
I fight for this woman and the fight will never end,
as long blood runs in my vein,
as long I have flesh on my bones,
as long a thought is in my brain,
as long my heart doesn’t rest under stones.>
There are two girls.
They are my own flesh and blood.
I held them in my arms at their first breath.
and guard their sleep all the night
They made me what I am,
and will be always a part of me,
as long blood runs in my vein,
as long I have flesh on my bones,
as long a thought is in my brain,
as long my heart doesn’t rest under stones.
When they grow up
and fall in love with others.
I’ll stand against them,
ball my fist and scream comes out of me.
<Look in my eyes and don’t think you get them easy.
I fight for these girls and the fight will never end,
as long blood runs in my vein,
as long I have flesh on my bones,
as long a thought is in my brain,
as long my heart doesn’t rest under stones.>
There is a man.
He’s the man, who knows all about me.
When I wake up in the morning,
he looks at me in the mirror.
He made me who I am.
and will be always a part of me,
as long blood runs in my vein,
as long I have flesh on my bones,
as long a thought is in my brain,
as long my heart doesn’t rest under stones.
When death comes
to throw him into the grave.
I’ll stand against him,
ball my fist and scream comes out of me.
<Look in my eyes and don’t think you get him easy.
I fight for this man and the fight will never end,
as long blood runs in my vein,
as long I have flesh on my bones,
as long a thought is in my brain,
as long my heart doesn’t rest under stones.>
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