Tired of being always here
Wanted, to see new horizons
I made a boat out of wood
And began preparing my sail
As I drifted away
I waved my friends goodbye
And set my sail
Onto the sun
Without worries I laughed
Seeing mountains
And went where I wanted to go
Not thinking of home
But at night
A silent voice comes in my mind
Tortures me from time to time
And I ask myself
Home, how will it be?
Home, will I ever go back again?
Home, I want to go back again
Home, I will come back
So I sailed back to my tiny place
And came ashore, as smoke catched my eyes
As I started to run, it came clear to me
My house, my famile, all of it was gone
All alone, as tears left my eyes
What the hell is left for me to do?
As I looked to my boat, it came into my mind
Set sail once again, onto the sun