I want to reach the promised land where old women pray to the Lord Scarf on head, pipe in mouth and talking in their old way Earth is stolen from the rocks and water front the eyes Have you seen the night, how it wipes our tears When you walk along the fields
There's the purgatory land In our country Stars play ail the night As we sing and dance with the light That our fathers gave to us In our country The sky holds on tight As we sing and dance with the fire That our fathers gave to us
Nothing's new and nothing's old, just say "as the custom is" Men shouting and drinking near the coffin of a friend The shiny smile of our dear Sahra, it burns and sings like our wine Have you seen the sky, how it warms our heart When you walk along the river
There's the purgatory land As the sun slowly burns our mind In our country Stars play ail the night As we sing and dance with the light That our fathers gave to us In our country The sky holds on tight As we sing and dance with the fire That our fathers gave to us
There's the purgatory land As the sun slow1y burns our mind As cold slowly closes our sores But this land is the only one we want to have In our country Stars play ail the night As we sing and dance with the light That our fathers gave to us In our country The sky holds on tight As we sing and dance with the fire That our fathers gave to us