Motherland - Silver Firs

Horses and cattle

The barrow’s wheels rattle

When all the birds fly south will you follow them too

Braver than the others

Kissed the neighbors daughters

When all the birds fly south will you follow them too

Cold and forgotten

The wooden floor is rotten

Did they steal our youth with all those machines

The lichen ate all the stone

The paths we knew (now) overgrown

Did they steal our youth with all those machines

Woken from your dreams

Misguided motherland

Your sons are no longer yours

Out of the windows of our tree house

To the endless slopes around us

We cherished our hopes