Drinking bees and grass
Thinking about my past
Snow flakes falling on my hands
Grandma mills, I ate so fast
Motherland, calling my name
Motherland, run if you can
Oh Lord, I need a time machine
Drinking bees and grass
Wet soil turned to rum
Headless heroes on my bed
Epic stories in my head
Motherland, calling my name
Motherland, run if you can
Oh Lord, I need a time machine
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