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Nienor Video (MV)




Performed By: Ana Bushgjokaj
Language: English
Length: 3:20
Written by: Ana Bushgjokaj




Ana Bushgjokaj - Nienor Lyrics
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Am I still human
Is there peace left
Should I ask for retribution
Or leave it hanging by a thread
The dead root never comes to life
I'll be searching for my father's eyes
My mother's hands are cut down and tied
For a week all the prayers were denied
From August to August it withers and dies
People and seasons I've come to despise
Leaves will fall down on angry soil
Doors will close and my joy recoil
How about when I can't feel
What do I do then
Do I bend the knee and kneel
Become tongue-tied again
The dead root never comes to life
I'll be searching for my father's eyes
My mother's hands are cut down and tied
For a week all the prayers were denied
From August to August it withers and dies
People and seasons I've come to despise
Leaves will fall down on angry soil
Doors will close and my joy recoil
I blame society, yet they give their best
I can't point a finger to all who confessed
Who knew that sorrow would cut like a knife
Just like an axe that kills the last vine
I can't see what's in front of me
Death doesn't come with dignity
Oh, my joy recoils
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Am I still human
Is there peace left
Should I ask for retribution
Or leave it hanging by a thread
The dead root never comes to life
I'll be searching for my father's eyes
My mother's hands are cut down and tied
For a week all the prayers were denied
From August to August it withers and dies
People and seasons I've come to despise
Leaves will fall down on angry soil
Doors will close and my joy recoil
How about when I can't feel
What do I do then
Do I bend the knee and kneel
Become tongue-tied again
The dead root never comes to life
I'll be searching for my father's eyes
My mother's hands are cut down and tied
For a week all the prayers were denied
From August to August it withers and dies
People and seasons I've come to despise
Leaves will fall down on angry soil
Doors will close and my joy recoil
I blame society, yet they give their best
I can't point a finger to all who confessed
Who knew that sorrow would cut like a knife
Just like an axe that kills the last vine
I can't see what's in front of me
Death doesn't come with dignity
Oh, my joy recoils
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Writer: Ana Bushgjokaj
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