Never Could Climb That Tree, Its Roots They Grow Strong
But Now I'm The Tree, Wich Stands Up High In This Holy Land
Far From Love, Far From Grace, In This Holy Land
In This Holy Land Where The Road Opens Up In Dreamed Depths
And Even Faith Can Breath, Boneless And Broken
A Mother Who Cannot Give Birth, Orphan Memory Of The Tree
Never Could Break Your Heart, Its Roots They Grow Strong
But Now I'm Your Heart, Wich Stands Up High In Your Holy Soul
Far From Hope, But Far From Fear...
In This Holy Land Where The Road Opens Up In Dreamed Depths
And Even Faith Can Breath, Boneless And Broken
A Mother Who Cannot Give Birth, Orphan Memory Of The Tree
Far Over Night And Day I Can See Your Walls
And Once Again I'll Be The One Who'll Lay The Foundations...
Wich Stands Up High In This Holy Land, Far From Love, Far From Grace
Wich Stands Up High In Your Holy Soul, Far From Hope, But Far From Fear
In This Holy Land Where The Road Opens Up In Dreamed Depths
And Even Faith Can Breath, Boneless And Broken
A Mother Who Cannot Give Birth, Orphan Memory Of The Tree