by Marcelo Maciel de Almeida
Forever sad, no more memories from home
Away from home, nowhere is my journey
Rivers flow, far from the sun, to a far-off-island
A way to go, nowhere to go...
Ways away, ways to go, where should I go?
A cold wave crashes upon me now
Yellow sands, full of shells, sea shells
Far away, far away, away, away...
A way to go, nowhere to go
Rivers flow, hope has a place, for a place, a hope
A web, a mysterious hidden far-off-place...
Wings to fly, roads of lives full of mysteries
Always by my side, you to guide me
Yellow sands, far away, away, away...
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