Want to return to my mother's arms

Some songs deserve being appreciated internationally and this is one of those. For all of those home sick that do not know the real name to call your pain, from the country of saudade comes this beautiful composition (translated by yours truly):

 Reached the end of the road,
6 miles from anything
Don't know what strength is holding me.

Germany is so very grey,
And the longing is so great
'nd summer is taking too long to come.

I want to go home,
board flitting wings
firewalk the ember land
'cause the night is arriving soon.

Want to return
to my mother's arms

Want to return
to my mother's arms

Brought along a hand of dirt
smells of mountain pines
Doves fly from roof corners

Spent 20 years on the floor
At night in Amsterdam
bought love through the daily

want to go back home,
board flitting wings
firewalk the ember land
'cause the night is arriving

Want to return
to my mother's arms
Want to return
to my mother's arms

Came stepping like a bullet
A certificate in the bag
Left my love behind

It's so cold in Paris,
I'm already a memory, a root
No one leaves where they're at peace

want to go back home,
board flitting wings
firewalk the ember land
'cause the night is arriving

Want to return
to my mother's arms
Want to return
to my mother's arms



 by Pedro Abrunhosa

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