I'm a child of the moon
raised into white forests
my skin is smothered
my eyes are sheltered
My land is made of all the saints I choose to pray
covered by branches I lost
all that I found
(All the mothers sing through my lungs/
What they harness is far above)
I see no home, I feel no warmth in this kingdom
I see no home now
I see no home, I feel no warmth in this kingdom
I see no home now

INVIA LE CORREZIONI