What will you take with you,
If you won't return home anymore?
What will you take?
What will you take?
Is it just that.
What will you take with you,
If you won't return anymore?
What will you take with you,
If you won't return anymore?
What will you take with you,
If you won't return home anymore?
Homewards... Homewards... Homewards...
The airplane flies, leaving a trace
Hitting the clouds with its wings.
The airplane flies, and inside it are people
The whole city is in the palm of your hand.
The people fly, looking at the sunset,
Like the flame of a childish love.
And the light, is the light of naivety.
Do not die in love
With this imperfect era.
After all, that's where the sun sings
And mama will call so tenderly.
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After all, that's where the sun sings
And mama will sigh so tenderly.
Eight million people
Are forced to leave their home
Because of persecution and war.
What will be their future memories,
Depends not only on them, but also on us.
Please, let's all be kinder.