this is a different country
this is a different country
here is no summer
and no winter
here are no steel guitars
or broad brimmed limousines
under hot sun
only cold sea
grey hills and stubborn heather
here the streamers of the rainbow are not reflected
in thousand windows along the green alleys
here no trains are pursuing
the next capital in a wild chase
no high voltage cathedrals
reach their arms towards the sky
this is a different country
this is a different country
(dette er eit anna land from havflammen 1995 translated into english by Margrete Trovåg)
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