How many untold stories have turned cold on the homeland's lips We need some warmth, some loyalty To bring back fragrant flowers like your cheek ...The laughter of roses, you wouldn't pick them if you only knew If you only knew how tired this country is Resting on the side of the road Its tears are rain and cold Waiting for your hand to caress it Waiting for your eyes to give it Some warmth and tenderness The window of joy is forlorn It's been deserted for so long Deserted, alone, bolted Waiting for your hand to open it Waiting for your eyes to give it The morning sun and safety If you only knew.