In the enslaved lands
my mind wanders
my heart sighs,
as if the earth is cracking.
In the house where I was born
my soul remained
sergiani comes out and steps
on my bloody land
On the streets I walked
and I played kid
the footsteps lead me
and I had my fill of medicine.
I have a key in my hand
father's and I go
to open my front door
bread and olives to eat.
In the shade of the lemon tree
to sit in my yard,
let my old parents come too
to drink coffee with me
In the enslaved lands
my life sleeps
and I'm still dreaming
how did my child come!!
photo pavstern, https://pixabay.com
