Wounded flight and I do not know where to go
with the rage tired of walking
they have asked me to forget everything anyway ... nothing particular ...
another life and start over
I do not ask you for a fleeting homeland
worthyly a hug enfin ... nothing particular ....
Sing and fly free as the dove sings ....
* Give me an island in the middle of the sea
call it freedom ... sings strong brother!
Tell me that the wind, no, will not sink it .... *
That my story does not bring pain
May my hands work peace
If I die, kill me with love ... nothing particular ...
* Give me an island in the middle of the sea
call it freedom ... sings strong brother!
Tell me that the wind, no, will not sink it ....
call it freedom ...
Rif * *
Only among all we can make this a better place :)