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Our country was cold |
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Our country has been always cold |
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It was getting warmer |
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When we were burning those who had come |
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Carrying gold crosses around their necks |
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With clamorous stories about their white god |
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Our country was fierce |
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Our country was fulfilled with cruelty |
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That was riped to harvesting |
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Like a gold come during the cloudy summertime |
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But we had our own laws |
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That were unfey the light |
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In the darkness of times |
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Given by the gods |
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Who had lived in deep |
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Dence forests with us |
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Our land was our home |
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Which splendid had faded |
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Brother and sister had parished |
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Spirits had hidden themselves in darkest shaws |
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The days of bitter oblivion had come |
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Long days of ruth and sadness |
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And only wind and the moon |
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And only trees and stones |
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Remember those long winters |
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And people among snow |
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Of brave hearts |
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And warm blood |
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Their war doures |
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Their women, brave and beatiful |
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Their dreams |
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They went away and they will never return... |
