If the birds lose their mind
And wave good bye to the sky
Where would they find the breeze?
Where would they spread their wings?
If the birds lose their mind
And wave good bye to the trees
Where would they ever perch?
Where would they build their nest?
You may travel round the world
Far across the seven shores
But where ever you go
No matter how beautiful
In the sigh of time
Your heart will yearn for home
Wherever you go
You can’t go with home
Neither can you leave it behind
It’s in your head, it’s in your mind
It’s in your nose it’s in you eyes
It’s in your blood, it’s in your finger.
And when life hits you against rough walls
You will not only remember home
Your heart will hear home calls.
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I would like to translate this poem
Yes, nobody can leave his home for ever willingly. It remains in our inner self that navigates our movements through day and night only to be home in time. Devoid home is to be devoid peace of mind. Thank you, Rex.