The Dandelion War - 1848 | Текст песни

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• The Dandelion War
• 1848

You left your home
Your mother, father, sons, and daughters
How does it feel to be alone,
Unwelcomed stranger, unknown?
They’re working your hands down to the bone
And still you have nothing to call your own
The “dream” they boast about isn’t for you
No, it’s isn’t for you
They don’t give a shit about you

In 1848 you became
A foreigner overnight
And now it’s your turn to mine for gold