Testo di Silent Harvest

Every season has its harvest Mine comes with a knife and fate I planted dreams in dry soil I reaped only discipline No one teaches you how to deal With the hunger the land creates Silent harvest No one hears the cry fall The field holds the bodies Of those who dreamed of leaving Every season has its harvest Mine comes with a knife and fate I planted dreams in dry soil I reaped only discipline No one teaches you how to cope With the hunger the land creates Silent harvest No one hears the cry fall The field holds the bodies Of those who dreamed of leaving Surviving here is a crime And I confess, I wanted to run away Silent harvest No one hears the scream fall The field holds the bodies Of those who dreamed of leaving