Exile is a long lasting night without sleep
Dream interpreted the language from sun to moon
Maps directed a road to a bridge flying over ocean
Observing that we all lost tracks of longing
Nation is broken into thousands of pieces of all colors
Tomorrow is alive again
Or we die for a far away green mountain
New ages are calling from the other side of a train
I traveled from death to life
Still I cannot find the star that belongs to me
Home has disappeared from all angles
Oases tenaciously appear ahead
Miracle has completed a journey of sorrow
Edmonton is a home of exile
