Thoughts of an emigrant
1. Mother, I’m sorry, but I have to go
Tomorrow I’ll be sitting in a row
With a ticket, in a car,
Taking me away and far.
2. Because, you see, this place is dry
Except for all the tears we cry
But you will not remain dried up
From what I’ll drink, I’ll share a drop.
3. My friend, I’ll miss your funny jokes
And last night when we played that hoax.
I’ll write a letter just to share
How misunderstood I am there.
4. Lucky me, I have no child!
Because they would have grown up wild
Without anyone to bother,
Without the love of a mother!
5. This tired, rusty ship is sinking
And I will flee before I drown
To a new shore I must keep swimming
The current will not drag me down.
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