вторник, 11 мая 2010 г.
Home is where the heart is
You are walking in the same way as I did,
You could be me.
Do the streets still remember how I look,
How I breathe?
I will never get enough of the air
That my lungs can´t recall
And the rain has erased all the footprints
In the place I was born.
I am not gone though,
I am still around...
And the spring sun is shining
Into my childhood bedroom ah so bright.
My fingerprints are still touching the knob
Of my mother´s door.
I can´t be forgetting this anymore.
Around my hometown, memories are fresh,
Around my hometown, oohh, the people I´ve met...
All the wonders of my world, all the wonders of this world
Start in my hometown...
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