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 a 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 remanents of the nation came soon.
The old and worn and newly born.
And they ploughed the people into the land.
Sowed with love turned into mud.