Grün

The clounds that surround our bright shy
Are slowly moving away, peolpe awake
Leeches are passing away in our victory
These chaind that hold us down are going to break

As those green eyes look pasionally at me
Ashamed with all that happen these days
Hiding away from me your ace spade
You keep us on the edge of both ways

That same sword that once guided us all
Is beeing used now to hold us down
Our ancestors serve us as inspiration now

Trying to ignore our past together
When we were much more happy and all went better
Erasing our culture, our legacy, children...