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What a land?
Who takes?
Here every way are so strange
This land scary me
I can't forgive this people
Here the wind isn't sound
I can't hear, where it's singing
Well okay, they must soon
Their own bitter calcium taste (theirself?)

You can't arrest the child of freedom
And you notice it still
Freedom, freedom, freedom; I yearning!
Waves can't be crashing, if sky is windless
And your boat standing again
Freedom, freedom, freedom; I yearning!
You can't get me, you can't get.

I don't have to strength from further away
Here my soul haven't peace
I knew, that I don't belong here, I don't stay here
This isn't fall behind
Here are yet a lots to see
It's waiting, it can show up now in my way,
I can't prevent it

Oh, C'mon!
You can't arrest the child of freedom
And you notice it still
Freedom, freedom, freedom; I yearning!
Waves can't crashing, if sky is so windy
And your boat standing again
Freedom, freedom, freedom; I yearning!
You can't get me, you can't get
Oh yeah, you can't get.