Paroles
[Verse]
The birches sway by the gravel lane,
Their white bark glowing in the rain.
A red-roofed barn, it leans with time,
Whispering tales in the evening rhyme.
The lake’s so still, it holds the sky,
Reflecting clouds as geese pass by.
A windmill creaks, it turns so slow,
Marking the hours as the breezes blow.
[Chorus]
In the fields of Estonia, wide and free,
Where the pines meet the Baltic sea.
The earth tells stories, old and deep,
In the fields of Estonia, my soul will keep.
[Verse 2]
Hay bales stacked in the golden light,
The scent of rye on a summer night.
The farmhouse hums with a quiet tune,
Beneath the watchful eye of the moon.
A stork stands tall on a chimney top,
Watching the world, it never stops.
The seasons turn, the winters bite,
But spring brings bloom to the endless white.
[Chorus]
In the fields of Estonia, wide and free,
Where the pines meet the Baltic sea.
The earth tells stories, old and deep,
In the fields of Estonia, my soul will keep.
The birches sway by the gravel lane,
Their white bark glowing in the rain.
A red-roofed barn, it leans with time,
Whispering tales in the evening rhyme.
The lake’s so still, it holds the sky,
Reflecting clouds as geese pass by.
A windmill creaks, it turns so slow,
Marking the hours as the breezes blow.
[Chorus]
In the fields of Estonia, wide and free,
Where the pines meet the Baltic sea.
The earth tells stories, old and deep,
In the fields of Estonia, my soul will keep.
[Verse 2]
Hay bales stacked in the golden light,
The scent of rye on a summer night.
The farmhouse hums with a quiet tune,
Beneath the watchful eye of the moon.
A stork stands tall on a chimney top,
Watching the world, it never stops.
The seasons turn, the winters bite,
But spring brings bloom to the endless white.
[Chorus]
In the fields of Estonia, wide and free,
Where the pines meet the Baltic sea.
The earth tells stories, old and deep,
In the fields of Estonia, my soul will keep.