taste of home

I propose let’s meet halfway’s alley,

narrow water channel,

on that country road.

I promised you dry lovage and borsch,

so I’ll bring.

‘cause I know, I know how much you miss

bitter tastes of home.

in exchange, I’ll ask one more tell,

‘cause I love, I love how you remember

those times of yours.

whenever you come with a story,

I hope for a switch inside my brain,

‘cause I can’t, I can’t feel where I came from.

for such a long time,

I don’t belong here or there,

I am a nomad.