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Whispering the silence
From the first ray of sun,
Hearing the wind singing
The oldest world song
The island where I come from
Is calling by my name
Like a heavy ancher
That don't let me walk away
It's change, it's change
My ordinary ship
Is damaged by the storm
But I will keep on sailing,
I still feel my arms strong.
I have no gate, no compass, there's no destiny in my soul
Forgotten past and future,
Present is my real home.
It's change, it's change
I can find the glory
On a shiny star of night,
On a cloud that let the rain fall
Through my dry and thirsty throat.
My days as a survivor
Leading by the fear,
Finally Are over
Understanding what is real.
It's change, it's change