The green banks where I played
I'm back, on my guard
The streets of my youth
I cry and hug
amma and my sisters
I won't leave here again
even if I have to fight for it
It's not in mý hand
to **** or to die
No longer can I be an exile
a polite guest conforming
like a slave
I'm back on my guard
in my own house, and you, brother
the oldest, you must be wiser
no king
can crown himself
at best he can be a servant
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 6:13 AM UTC
The green banks where I played
I'm back, on my guard
The streets of my youth
I cry and hug
amma and my sisters
I won't leave here again
even if I have to fight for it
It's not in mý hand
to **** or to die
No longer can I be an exile
a polite guest conforming
like a slave
I'm back on my guard
in my own house, and you, brother
the oldest, you must be wiser
no king
can crown himself
at best he can be a servant
