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