| When the restless North Sea is
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| Trying to gain more land
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| And a merciless west wind
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| Steals my breath
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| When the fierce waves are pounding on the beaches
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| Plain as an endless desert
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| Or uttermost vile storms are
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| Teaching my people humbleness
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| Then one can see my land resist
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| There one can see my land fight
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| As gloomy grey skies
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| Cast away the northern sun
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| I turn home… Always turn home
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| I turn home… Always turn home
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| And our cities and villages
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| Representing centuries and centuries
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| Seem to drown due to eternal rainfall
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| Or the rivers turn into Gold
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| I turn home… Always turn home
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| I turn home… Always turn home
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| Fatherland! |
| I always turn to my Fatherland!
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| Fatherland! |
| Keep on turning to my Fatherland!
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| Fatherland! |
| Always turn to my Fatherland!
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| Fatherland! |
| I always turn to my Fatherland!
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| Our cities seem to drown
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| Due to eternal rainfall
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| I watch the rivers
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| Turn into Gold
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| Under a genial sun
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| When snow capped forests
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| Create visions larger than life
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| Then I realise where I belong
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| My eyes have seen the continents
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| The beauty of foreign civilisations
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| An uncontrollable desire forces me to wander
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| Yet echoes of melancholy and remembering
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| The splendour being mine (make me turn home)
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| Where castles and towers are the sole mountains
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| And father time seems to have less grip
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| Where castles and towers are the sole mountains
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| There my land can be found
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| I turn home… Always turn home
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| I turn home… Always turn home
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| Fatherland! |
| I always turn to my Fatherland!
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| Fatherland! |
| Keep on coming to my Fatherland!
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| Fatherland! |
| Always turn to my Fatherland!
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| Fatherland! |
| Always turn to my Fatherland! |