and they sing of the dew breeze
Mountains capped by hoodies
They sing of the black sea
Valleys of shining water
Red as the sea
They sing of temptation
His hand on the tiger
And they sing of my country
As if there would be no other
and they sing of the dew breeze
Mountains capped by hoodies
They sing of the black sea
Valleys of shining water
Red as the sea
They sing of temptation
His hand on the tiger
And they sing of my country
As if there would be no other