Nomads by Estère

Nomads

Blood on the snow had turned into gold
And it shone in the wake of the masses
Down that dry road we passed young and old
Their belongings held in their pockets

Nomads, where are we going to wander now?
Across the border over the valley
To a sunrise far beyond.

Dreams in the air catching dust in our hair
Well we felt more with our hands joined together
But there was no quick relief, no help to ease our grief
Remain stranded in our own existence
So we cry

Nomads, where are we going to wander now?
Across the border over the valley
To a sunrise far beyond.

We are always running
We are always chasing
We are always moving
We are always gazing
With our heads up to the sky

Nomads, where are we going to wander now?
Across the border over the valley
To a sunrise far beyond.

This journey never ends on ourselves we must depend
And our tears will turn to water for our children
As we walk this earth alone infinity is our rightful home
And our words fly on the back of the eagle
So we cry

Nomads, where are we going to wander now?
Across the border over the valley
To a sunrise far beyond.

• Electric Blue Witch Hop
• Electronic
• New Zealand