Besedila: My Dark Project. Other. Loosing My Identity.

Traveling with my family
No hope, no country

Seeking freedom, across all states
New life to rise into society

Loosing my name and my identity

No, no more lies
I want to save it, want to keep it

Searching home, searching home
The time to rejoice has gone

Slave of my fate, never felt hosted
Too much hatred in other countries

The train will pass and I?m waiting for
The next destination

From the north, from the east
I want to exist

From the west, from the south
Contempt in your mouth

I wanna be free with my family
Still looking for a country

Freedom for me, just a story
Now I?m really down, do you hear the sound?
Of all my steps worn by false hopes
I'm loosing a part of me

(Merci a Jamuel pour cettes paroles)