A crust of bread and a glass of milk
Is the last thing I’m looking at
The sun and the moon
May they be born anew
May that thought lead me
As far as possible, away from this village
Goodbye, my loved ones
Distant are my gazes
I didn’t serve sorrow
To let it shove grief into your throats
Uninvited it came, by itself
Goodbye, my loved ones
I’ve bought a ticket
For departure
For departure from the yard of happiness
Towards the seething heart
Towards the new dream…
