Born in the plains a farmers sons and brothers the same. Raised on promises wed stay that way. As boys we believed summers at the sea. We were free to become men of goodwill side by side.
When I was young I thought like a child. And so I reasoned by why I could see;. Childishly, Show me the truth. . Is a kingdom just beyond reach?. Or is it hidden where it's plain to see.
Oh, a little red with your heart in Stalingrad. Oh, it kills me how they hate you but they just don't understand. Oh, red when they put me on the stand.