Dont ask me, where is my house, where
are all the ruins,
what can I say, the
tribe is wandering,
we are
homeless,
our homelessness is our home, our homesickness is our home, the
bloodiest ruin
in exile was yours,
but we got it
, our baby child
was shrouded by our hands,
dont ask me, my heartache
is broken, the stone is patient,
my memories are ruins,
my stories are grateful,
what dreams did not die
, what breasts did not burn, no
one else, you That country
didnt sew wedding clothes
, believe me, you
didnt break the song, the wings of flying
together,
lets build that house together,
dont ask me from the beginning, where is my house, where is my house, in
all that ruins,
the tribe is wandering, we are wandering, we are
homeless housemates,
our homelessness is our home, our homelessness is our country
, the bloodiest ruin,
whether the dreams that did not die
or the breasts that did not burn
, no one else
sewed the wedding clothes in that country,
believe me, the song
has not been broken. Flying wings
together, lets build
that house,
dont ask me from the beginning, where is my house, where is my house, in
all that ruins,
the tribe of the tribe, what can I say, the tribe is
wandering, the wandering tribe has
not separated us from that pure soil
, the
wandering tribe will
return home, it will
return home.
