All that you have and want today,
When you told me : «No way!»,
It creates all future acts…
All disembodied dreams inside,
Listen to the voice of your mind…
And everything was better when
We were younger and began
To dance in the rain and shout…
We are grown up and sometimes left,
Anyway we сan’t forget
The motherland…
Your soul aches without land,
The world where you grew up and sent
All the problems very far…
It retain’s the touch of your hand
And waits for the moment when you’ll stand
On motherland…