It is time to go.
I leave my home,
My heart is as heavy as stone.
I'm with a crowd, however I feel alone.
Sunny days do not come,
Life was easier some months ago.
Across the seas, I dream with a landscape
Without sins and shadows,
A garden where birds sing with tranquility.
Sails against blue sky, if I could escape
From you, I would return to my meadows
Where I drank the wine of felicity.
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