Hello everyone.
I’m sorry I haven’t looked here for a long time. I think I missed a lot of new music that you posted. But I’ve been in shock for a whole month. People are dying because of my country.
When I started doing this cover, Mike agreed to support me with his guitar. I replaced some lines of lyrics with my own. Toby helped me polish some words again, thank you so much! Buddy,
you could work as an English language teacher remotely)
I made a minus pretty quickly, but then I didn’t start singing for a long time, I was afraid to even try, I thought my voice was gone. But it turned out that everything was fine.
Then Mike did not send his solo track for a long time, saying that the muse did not visit him. I understood and didn’t rush him. And when he finally sent me a solo, I was just shocked.
It turns out that in the last chorus he came up with his completely original solo, which is not in the original version (starts at 2:40). And what a solo! He said more with his guitar than I said with words. Thank you, Mikestro!
The history of the 20th century teaches us: Evil will never stop by itself, in any case someone will have to stop it. Now my compatriots are outcasts for the whole world for many years and even decades. And we lost our homeland - that’s what this song is about. It’s scary to think about the present, and the future has been stolen from us.
But I really hope that democratic countries will finally unite and find the strength to stop Evil before the apocalypse comes
P.S. This post is not about politics, it’s about life itself. The image - Kyiv now.
Leo.
Lyrics
Night and moon, where I lie
Ocean tide’s salty foam
Feel the sand underneath
Southern Cross in the sky
I am traveling home
Chorus:
Hear it, mama, breaking crash of the waves?
See it, mama, tempest rising with rage?
Help me, mama, fall asleep to escape
Where my homeland remains
2.
Once did lamps light these halls
Frontiers closed for all
Now potholes fill the roads
Dilapidated walls erode
I am traveling home
Chorus:
Hear it, mama, winter whisper «too late»?
See it, mama, riots laying all to waste?
Help me, mama, fall asleep to escape
Where my homeland remains
(instrumental)
Chorus:
Hear it mama, growing voice of the crowds?
See it, mama, tempest rising with rage?
Help me, mama, find the strength in myself
Return my homeland again
Where’s my homeland remain?
(I remember my home)
Where’s my homeland remain?
(I remember my home)
