Baltic Chain

In Europe there are lands,
small, not often named.
Their sizes not so grand,
their people not so famed.

Lands where our fathers,
died to be free.
Lands where our mothers,
wept under tyranny.

Sickle and the hammer,
was our way of life.
Against their might and power,
long we could not fight.

But freedom we regained,
through song we made it so.
With brothers chain was made,
uniting us to whole.

From the capitals Tallinn,
to Riga to Vilnius.
A peaceful human chain,
as one united us.

That chain became our sword,
our song became our shield.
And entire world heard,
the Iron Curtains yield.

For the second time,
brothers became free.
And now we will scribe,
our own history