Fine land, New Jersey
Found land stretching
Far as the eye can see
Not much down there, but
Sun scorch past [?]
Nineteen-fifty-three
The war is over
They came searching
For a place to be
They left the rainland they
Lost their homeland, and
All their family
Like feathers on the ocean breeze
They went spinning and tumbling 'cross the sea
Never know where they'd come down
Or who they'd be
Like heather on the hillside
They were bruised and they were battered by the breeze
Searching for a place
To be free
Sun burns summer, and
Frost by winter
Kids were plainly dressed
Left the farmhouse when
He was old enough, and
Headed out west
From California
To southern Africa
And all the way to France
And on to England, to
Meet my mother in
Nineteen-eighty-one
Like feathers on the ocean breeze
They went spinning and tumbling 'cross the sea
Never know where they'd come down
Or who they'd be
Like heather on the hillside
They were bruised and they were battered by the breeze
Searching for a place
To be free
Oh, and like a seed
That is flying in the wind
In search of water, soil, and sun
And the birds and the bees
To have it all along
Now, here I am
Thirty-three years done
Two-thousand-seventeen
We've seen the (?) land die
Been divine land, I'm
A feather on the breeze
Terjemahan ke dalam Bahasa Indonesia
Tanah yang bagus, New Jersey
Ditemukan peregangan tanah
Sejauh mata memandang
Tidak banyak di sana, tapi
Matahari hangus melewati [?]
Sembilan belas lima puluh tiga
Perang berakhir
Mereka datang mencari
Untuk tempat yang tepat
Mereka meninggalkan lahan hujan mereka
Kehilangan tanah air mereka, dan
Semua keluarga mereka
Seperti bulu di angin laut
Mereka berputar dan berguling 'menyeberangi lautan
Tidak pernah tahu di mana mereka turun
Atau siapa mereka
Seperti heather di lereng bukit
Mereka memar dan mereka digempur oleh angin
Mencari tempat
Untuk bebas
Matahari membakar musim panas, dan
Frost pada musim dingin
Anak-anak berpakaian sederhana
Tinggalkan rumah pertanian kapan
Dia cukup umur, dan
Pergi ke barat
Dari California
Ke Afrika Selatan
Dan sampai ke Prancis
Dan ke Inggris, ke
Temui ibuku di
Sembilan belas delapan puluh satu
Seperti bulu di angin laut
Mereka berputar dan berguling 'menyeberangi lautan
Tidak pernah tahu di mana mereka turun
Atau siapa mereka
Seperti heather di lereng bukit
Mereka memar dan mereka digempur oleh angin
Mencari tempat
Untuk bebas
Oh, dan suka benih
Itu terbang di angin
Mencari air, tanah, dan matahari
Dan burung-burung dan lebah
Untuk memiliki semuanya
Sekarang, inilah saya
Tiga puluh tiga tahun sudah selesai
Dua ribu tujuh belas
Kami telah melihat tanah (?) Mati
Tanah suci, aku
Bulu pada angin sepoi-sepoi
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