Christian Kjellvander - Polish Daughter lyrics

She was a sinner like all other guardians For of her daughter she was proud Went to the market on the third Sunday again And there she vanished in the crowd Oh it wasn't long ago you s**led to her breast And how your eyes exploded as you took your first Breath Now the lading days return and the want beckons the yearn To rise above the nest and to lay your head to rest Forlorn but for the best Immigrants come and emigrants go Tell me why is it like that? Emigrant at heart and an immigrant in mind Ones' emaciation an others' fat Oh it wasn't long ago you s**led to her breast And how your eyes exploded as you took your first Breath Now the lading days return and the want beckons the yearn To rise above the nest and to lay your head to rest Forlorn but for the best Crying emigrant at heart and an immigrant in mind Touching all the trees to see if there was one with bark like mine In denial we worried that this was never meant And on trial in the wake of all the prayers we never sent And it wasn't long ago you s**led to its breast And now your eyes implode as you take your last breathe Now that lading days return the want gives into yearn Returning to your nest you lay your head to rest Forworn but for the best