|
When the restless |
|
North Sea is trying to gain more land |
|
And a merciless west wind steals my breath |
|
When the fierce waves are pounding on the beaches |
|
Plain as an endless desert |
|
Or uttermost vile storms are |
|
Teaching my people humbleness |
|
Then one can see my land resist |
|
There one can see my land fight |
|
As gloomy grey skies |
|
Cast away the northern sun |
|
I turn home.... |
|
Always turn home |
|
I turn home.... |
|
Always turn home |
|
And our cities and villages |
|
Representing centuries and centuries |
|
Seem to drown due to eternal rainfall |
|
Or the rivers turn into |
|
Gold I turn home.... |
|
Always turn home |
|
I turn home.... |
|
Always turn home |
|
Fatherland! |
|
I always turn to my |
|
Fatherland! |
|
Fatherland! |
|
Keep on turning to my |
|
Fatherland! |
|
Fatherland! |
|
Always turn to my |
|
Fatherland! |
|
Fatherland! |
|
I always turn to my |
|
Fatherland! |
|
Our cities seem to drown |
|
Due to eternal rainfall |
|
I watch the rivers |
|
Turn into |
|
Gold Under a genial sun |
|
When snow capped forests |
|
Create visions larger than life |
|
Then I realise where |
|
I belong My eyes have seen the continents |
|
The beauty of foreign civilisations |
|
An uncontrollable desire forces me to wander |
|
Yet echoes of melancholy and remembering |
|
The splendour being mine (make me turn home) |
|
Where castles and towers are the sole mountains |
|
And father time seems to have less grip |
|
Where castles and towers are the sole mountains |
|
There my land can be found |
|
I turn home.... |
|
Always turn home |
|
I turn home.... |
|
Always turn home |
|
Fatherland! |
|
I always turn to my |
|
Fatherland! |
|
Fatherland! |
|
Keep on coming to my |
|
Fatherland! |
|
Fatherland! |
|
Always turn to my |
|
Fatherland! |
|
Fatherland! |
|
Always turn to my |
|
Fatherland! |
