On the day I left home
My mother wept "ai"s
My sister wept "ui"s
I didn't look back, not even once
On the day I left home,
Nothing exceptional happened.
I carried a leather suitcase lined with a strengthened kakhi denim,
My grandma, with one boot in the grave,
Mother walks to the door ,
Sister walks me to the street,
And my father leads me to port,
Not saying a word throughout the way.
And as I saw myself alone,
I saw I didn't understand a thing,
Neither why I was leaving
Nor the dreams I dreamed
I just felt that the suitcase I held
Although well lined,
Was stinking and smelled bad.
Nevertheless, I kept walking, crossing ways,
Not crying or smiling,
Going all alone to big city
Not crying or smiling,
Going all alone to big city
Going all alone to big city
Going all alone to big city
Going all alone to big city...