I've never been overseas
A habitual thought is soothing my heart
There is the same blue sky
And the same difficult life
Maybe there is more fun and more richly
Brighter colors and the summer much warm,
But the same they are crying from sorrow,
Just as in the throes they are giving birth to a child
Maybe I can't quite undrestand
Evident benefits of secret betrayals.
For some reasons I often chuck away
When get nothing, to return.
For what of a new welfare,
Freedom for the free. Heaven for rescued
They're still running in playing a roamers
Blindly, pilgrims is carrying his path
What was planed, done and completed.
Give up everything with notning to mourn.
But somewhere the Homeland is ending,
If the Homeland is what do you have.
Take a parting look and here it is,
Alien soil is under your feet
Either birds that are leaving their homes,
Or the rats that are fleeing the ship.