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This land is abandoned No life on the bare ground Silence everywhere Not a single breeze Sky cloudy and grey Only a few lost birds Mark the emptiness
This is the land Of unwanted scarecrows This is my land Not needed any more Scarecrows and I Fill our damned lives Dancing by the fire Washing our faces In the ice cold water Searching for reasons
But there is no explanation For this land to exist We have no place on earth Surrounded by resentment Me and my scarecrows Drink the poisoned nectar And see our faces Reflected in the broken glass
This ground Will never be fertile Destiny will take scarecrows away To the unknown And I'll stay on this empty land Alone and deserted Waiting for salvation
