Σάββατο, 19. Μαίου 2012 Ώρα 01:49.
When I stand and look about the port and contemplate my life
Will I ever see my countrymen again?
As the captain calls us on the deck, I take my things and walk
To the harbourside I glance back one last time
Fleeing a nation, our problems we leave behind
Ships by the tenfold sail out on the tide
We are pleased to be out and embracing the open sea
Free from our troubles and more free from thee...
Inheritors unfulfilled reason behind us
We flee from what is not what is will be
We flee the earth and face…
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