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We've grown up with the wind Our Mother Earth gives us strength To feel the seconds frozen in Each of my passed breaths We grown up with thousand skies Never-ending tempt gives us fear To feel the suffering before dreams Each of our chosen states of mind Can you hear the weep of Mother Earth? She's tasting the coldest blood She's sucking our fear of war Can you hear the weep say? This weep - say We grown up with the sinners Destroying sanctuaries' walls To feel the suffering closed in Each of words stained with blood