Orphans of the Motherland

Who'd ever thought it would all turn around?
Even in the square embracing the sounds
Of long silent bells awakened everywhere
From the cathedrals of answered prayers

Slow communion, broken union

Father's sons and daughters so tired
Catch your breath and hold your fire
Brothers in arms take your sisters by the hand
And deliver the orphans of the motherland

Who'd ever guessed it would all hit the ground?
Lowering the flag, the hammer sure came down
Rising faster than the bread that they need
The price of this change is paid in the street

Slow communion, broken union

Father's sons and daughters so tired
Catch your breath and hold your fire
Brothers in arms take your sisters by the hand
And deliver the orphans of the motherland
Deliver the orphans of the motherland