Lyric

The stone cries out for the cold surface

Hunger plows the field black

Bread is thin, grain is withering

The land turns its back

Where would the wind bring us

Warm bread, salt, please?

The harvest is dead, hunger brings

Takes the grain, to distress

Children bear an icy gaze

The day buries the last dream

Emergency strikes like an iron weight

The frost screams, only longing remains

Where would the wind bring us

Warm bread, salt, please?

The harvest is dead, hunger brings

Takes the grain, to distress

Dreams burn, chains break

Poverty remains, the land does not wake

Where would the wind bring us

Warm bread, salt, please?

The harvest is dead, hunger brings

Takes the grain, to distress