The island on the background of pity,
Embraces the orphan.
A white bird will not fly out when its house is on fire!
The end is not in sight!
I want to breathe freely!
I'll throw down here my roots!
The beast of prey is man,
Me being like that is repulsive
I am escaping from the hands of my son!
The island on the background of pity,
Embraces the orphan.
A white bird is like a dream, It remembers the horizon!
I return with my thoughts!
I touch with my hands!
From the pain I hide!
Mythical portraits,
Sad silhouettes
I do catch in the net.
I will put them to remember
Into the photo album.