Текст песни Boulders - Fyrce Muons

Falling down I feel the saints
Feeling no sensation
Histories made to fallen race
Calling out the nation
All the things, thoughts, and deeds
Melting integration
Walking round through the gates
Calling out the nation

Oh, reservations
Living in the semblance of my mind
Oh, reservations
Moving forward through the bitter times

Land of a liberty
A vision of lovers

Rolling on the bitter seas
Rowing on the crest of men
Take the time to find the place
Move away from regimen
Please yourself but not too sweet
Opening your arms again
Coming near to inner peace
Saving us from hatred then