[bad word] from the land where the wheat is still wheat
Where the waters in the rivers is still water
In this land every man lends a hand when you need it
But your hands are full of life
So you can help yourself and feel it
It's been a long way from the red of my home
>From the valleys and the green plains never ending

Everyone knows that the sun in his land is stronger
And your hands are full of life
If you can only wait just longer

(2) So let it be a small haven big in Your heart
Don't let it turn into an ogre
Tryin' to climb and climb
and forget this place where
I can still find time
To sing in rhyme

(3) Martian landscape.
I'll learn to lie in your arms
Where all the freedom is mine and [bad word] Martian landscape,
I'll turn my face to your sun
Where your horizon is mine and [bad word] 
(1) Repeat
(2) Repeat
(3) Repeat

Martian landscape
Martian landscape