Rokstarski - Born in the Land Lyrics

I was born in the land of the paper planes
Every little plain on a ball and chain
Listen, young pioneers
Looking at the sky
Future travelers
You never stop trying

I was born in the land that will never move
It's lying motionless, still dreaming the dream of my youth
Oh it's a beautiful land of the paper cuts
I was born in the land...

Where the saints would not endure
What the people have been going through
Where the angels flying over you are often
Losing their trust in you

And I was born in the land that
Stares into a void
Where every church was built where
Every church was destroyed
Oh it's a beautiful land of the paper cuts
I was born in the land that gave me heart