Текст песни: Mrs. This Is Pretty Okay + перевод

This story began before I was born.

A childless woman cried sadly at home.

Her maid gave birth to a child of her own.

My father felt joy yet he was torn.

A conflict began one day at dawn.

The maid took your hand and you were gone.

To the desert you left, towards the unknown.

I reckon you were so alone.

God will hear you oh, my blood.

For the years you roamed in dirt and mud.

Forsaken like a nomad, deserted in the flood

Forgive me, brother.

You did nothing wrong and took all the shame.

I suffered myself, yet I am to blame.

The lord blessed us both, but we still fight and claim.

That kid on the mountain, — what was his name?

Brother hear my plea tonight.

I grew tired from these endless years of (Our) fight.

From a tiny corner stone we may build our realm of light

Please hear me, brother…

Brother hear my plea tonight.

I grew tired from thesr endless years of (our) fight.

from a tiny corner stone we may build our realm of light.

Please hear me, brother.

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