2021.05.02.
On the island
When I will stop,The feet don't know the path,
I miss the air of the village,
The tranquillity, the embrace and the glow
From the eyes of my parents,
From the warmth of my grandparents,
The desire to want more
Doesn't let me silence my voice
I was born of the Sun
Far from the Himalayas
I grew a sunflower
Right by the beach
If I had the manner
To leave there
I would run
Like no one has run
To you
High tide, shallow people
I am like a fish in this net
I want to go back to my house
Nothing quenches my thirst here
I was born of the Sun
Far from the Himalayas
I grew a sunflower
Right by the beach
If I had the manner
To leave there
I would run
Like no one has run
To you
I would go
But without leaving what I have here
I must live like this
And one day I'll discover the exit
Of this labyrinth and
I will stay there on the island
I was born of the Sun
Far from the Himalayas
I grew a sunflower
Right by the beach
If I had the manner
To leave there
I would run
Like no one has run
To you