The Hill Of Crosses

Beneath the sun, a peasant heart

A land where bitter armies marched

But here even serpents have their day

Crosses and flowers bloom and stay

Past our pain and our losses

when we climb the hill of crosses

March through death to where love is

When you climb the hill of crosses

Murder turns the sky to rust

Children's faces crumble to dust

Tyrants wax and tyrants wane

The tree bends but still remains

Past our pain and our losses

when we climb the hill of crosses

March through death to where love is

When you climb the hill of crosses

Cross-crowned with the sun's rays

They tore it down but it grew again

With Motherland blood grows the grain

Rye waves and harvest will come again

Past our pain and our losses

when we climb the hill of crosses

March through death to where love is

When you climb the hill of crosses...