Early I left home
as you were looking for yourself
I took the bag and go to nowhere (something like that...)
I was angry on you
Early I left home
I know that you are carring me on your conscience
Now your tear will fall
Now you see that I am
same as you
My father, my father
We have not heard each other and have not wrote to each other
but we in front of people
raised up each other
My father, my father
never we have understood each other
but we have loved each other
in a way how we knew
Early I left home
The street was my hope