I'm counting down the days
The piled-up longing almost didn’t fit
From the blue I spot the garden
Even from behind the wing
Mom, look out the window, I’m coming home
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
No matter how it might look
I’ll never belong to that city
The sea of people, the different sun, the mountain of concrete
It doesn’t stir me at all
I came from afar, from the middle of the sea, from the heart
Of the ocean; my whole life is there
I walk my path thinking
To my home, island, peace, Madeira
If I spell it out word by word
You’ll never get the pain that silences me
The loneliness haunting the moment I leave
I carry the calm of knowing I can return
Mom, look out the window, I’m arriving
No matter how it might look
I’ll never belong to that city
The sea of people, the different sun, the mountain of concrete
It doesn’t stir me at all
The sea of people, the different sun, the mountain of concrete
It doesn’t stir me at all