I count the days to myself
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 concrete hill
Came from far, from the middle of the sea, the heart
Of the ocean, I’ve got a whole life
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 shuts me up
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 concrete hill
Doesn’t call me-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
A sea of people, a different sun, a concrete hill