6. Motherland
Cold, cold is the wind that blow's over our lands
I'm frosen to the bones, feel like I'm all alone
Dark, dark are the thought's that's on my mind
I wonder what the future will bring, what I will find
It's true...
Walking, they are walking on thin ice
I've realized they're telling us lots of lies
about the future
They have no alibies
True, so true are my feelings for you
(oh) Motherland, I'll do anything for uoy
Money, too much money in their hands
From people who doesn't understand
They're selling our souls
For the pride of our lands...
