Текст песни Nida - Anne Clark

The world keeps watch where its jewels are sleeping -
Under desert sands, its black heart's beating
The pulsing liquid earth - ours for the taking

But beyond the marked borders, beyond strategic lines
The dust's turning red, the wind's carrying cries
And all around the world the world closes its eyes

A people without land fights for existence
As opposing winds disperse all calls for assistance
Will their annihilation be the price of our silence?

The only sounds heard are oil-hungry nations'
Blood-thirsty threats of immediate action
Should the hold on resources ever be threatened

There can be no excuses, no justification
No heads turned away from their situation
The price of our silence will be their annihilation!

Beyond the marked borders, beyond strategic lines
The dust's turning red, the wind's carrying cries
And all around the world the world closes its eyes.