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The taste of parting is bitter
Alienation is like a pale night
O my aching heart! Never worry
If distances widen; hope and I are two siblings
And our third sibling is the night
For I own her Nile and she owns my soul
I didn't choose to leave
My hunger was a heresy
Cursed you are, O ambition! The best you can do is find me a sponsor
But I’m not worried
I have a return ticket
The taste of parting is bitter
Alienation is like a pale night
O my aching heart! Never worry
In my own country I'm a pauper but I am not seen
The flowers of my years are fruitless although I care for people
Tell me the meaning of those dreams
How did they gather the hopes and put them on the passport?
My dreams have become like a wasteland devoid of any light
But I’m not worried
I have a return ticket
Being away from you is dreadful and I can't wait to come back
But how can I return when my place has been taken by guests?
O my aching heart! O my throbbing tears!
The love of a country lives when hunger dies
The arms that once embraced me but sold me out when I was in need
When they reached out, they were only waving goodbye
But I'm not worried
I have a return ticket