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
