Lands Of Past God Bless
She is waiting for him to come
Under frozen skies he’s gone… to the front
He promised her he’d come back soon
And as she stares at the moon… in the curse night
She feels within her own veins like an omen
Will he really be saved? Does he feel alone is there a
shroud on his beloved face?
Our child offered his last sigh to the anger of a gun…
Will he care ?
As I am waiting for your skin, who can tell me if
you’re still… still alive…
God bless their souls
Ô my Lord, just hear my tears, make his name become
mine
Ô my child, I hope our paths will gather to make one…
I’m still alive , you can hear the beating of my heart
, but my soul is cold...
Who are these men who give their life, for a nation,
for a Man
They don’t know their hatred become their cross and
their families are lost
Waiting for them…
I met again the ground, the stones, my fields and my
empty home… until dawn…
Could you tell me what will be our lives, our children,
our country… tomorrow?
