The Pilgrim (Words & Music By Esa Torkkeli)
Motherland and graceful youth
i start to speak, but my bones are weak
motherland, it starts to frost
to look for approval on my weeping face
what goo
d is being great?
when pain is all we´ve got
proudly standing tall, but my knees are weak
all this time, we´re just passing by
losing all we have left
(lisää)