Текст песни The Echoes of My Land - Alan Scaffardi

Through the air, son, I will reach your hand
Through the air I, can hear your voice
In the air, son, there's no real answer
In the air lies, the echoes of, the echoes of my land

Middle march, good to go already
But I need more time, leaving her
Mother don't you be afraid, I've always been ready
Just let me apologize, before I go

Through the air, son, I will reach your hand
Through the air I, can hear your voice
In the air, son, there's no real answer
In the air lies, the echoes of, the echoes of my land

On that day, the water was waiting
Packed up all my life, reaching out
You stole my name, the heritage I carry
Free to decide and frightened to arrive
Through the air, son, I will reach your hand
Through the air I, can hear your voice
In the air, son, there's no real answer
In the air lies, the echoes of, the echoes of my land