At home
At home
There was the blue sky over the sea
Bread white as sand
And the red sun of the desert
Oh the jasmine in the branches
Friend of my young desires
But I no longer believe in returning
For home is only a memory
Was there? the smell of the earth
The warm wind from our beach
Everything had a bitter taste
I would like to go away
Far from the cities
Home
I would like to come back
But I no longer believe
In returning
Because I know it
What? forever
Home
No more than a memory

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