[Verse 1] From the Baltic to the Black Sea, I praise the salt, the smoke, the rye. Tall blocks, old bells, wet train steps, your names keep turning in my mouth. [Pre-Chorus] And every border hums, every river keeps its oath, every kitchen window glows, every scar still knows its home. [Chorus] Eastern Europe, take my praise Eastern Europe, iron lace Eastern Europe, I say your names Eastern Europe, take my praise [Verse 2] Brno rain on tram wires, Belgrade heat in a cracked courtyard, Sofia stones under worn shoes, Tallinn frost on a freight-yard breath. Budapest ash in the spoonlight, Lviv gold in the chapel glass, Bucharest grit, Vilnius pine, your hard bright heart outlasts the crash. [Pre-Chorus] And every road comes back, every winter writes its hymn, every voice that rose from dust still sounds like it meant to live. [Chorus] Eastern Europe, take my praise Eastern Europe, iron lace Eastern Europe, I say your names Eastern Europe, take my praise [Bridge] Say it slow. Say it whole. Not one crown, but many flames. I lift the line, I bow again, for the old torn maps and the brave small hands. [Final Chorus] Eastern Europe, take my praise Eastern Europe, iron lace Eastern Europe, I say your names Eastern Europe, take my praise Eastern Europe, stay and blaze Eastern Europe, endless days Eastern Europe, I say your names Eastern Europe, take my praise
