Father land
Father-land
In your breast
I get my yellow living..
On your chest
I dwell all- day.
In your rivers
I swim without a shawl.
Father land
With your love,I roll like a bolling ball.
Father land,
Oh!
You direct me to the bush
When I desire the road
You turn off my ears
To the gong of myself
You insist on pampers
When I'm grown for panties
You instigate cry
When I feel merry
You cover with Vail
When my eyes need the light
You empower fear
When my strength is coming-up
Father land
You insist old deadly hand
When I desire new fork.
Father land,
Why?
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