When the ship touched on the landing
They knew
Here to stay, promised day
Many years of aimless travelling
Were through
All those years
Years of tears
And they kissed the earth of promised land
Never thinking that their sand was burning
And the sons of the sons of the sons
Found out
That the fire of the stars and the sands
Go out
And the sons of the sons of the sons
Found out
That the fire of the stars and the sands
Go out
All the remnants of the nation came soon
The old and worn and newly born
And they ploughed the people into the land
Sowed with live turned into mud
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