The land I walk upon is not my own
If i take a look around
Many walkers walking the ground

Sometimes, someone sticks a flag into the ground
And then shouts

Walking, walking the land
Walking, walking the land

But the land we walk upon is not, is not our own
If we look inside our veins
Blood of walkers like a river,
Blood of walkers like a river,
Blood of walkers running forever the land