Fetsum - Trials Of Time [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

They will mourn when you die but no one cares when alive
Her hands hurt from the wheat she's been grindin'
When she looks at the picture of a saint in her palm

Screamin' inside, "Help me, Father, raise my seed"
We have been bearin' this drought all along
Let Your goodness, water our fields
We will not resign, we were born to survive

Take us into Your arms and we will survive
Let us breathe all Your love, we will survive
In the face of a storm, we will survive
Just make us endure the trials of time

She read a sayin' on the wall, he who doubts, he will fall
But have you seen their innocent eyes, they are desperately cryin'
While they're waitin' for food, close to demise

Screamin' inside, "Help me, Father, raise my seed"
We have been bearin' this drought all along
Let Your goodness, water our fields
We will not resign, we were born to survive

Take us into Your arms and we will survive
Let us breathe all Your love, we will survive
In the face of a storm, we will survive
Just make us endure the trials of time