My kingdom is no longer of this world
I shall escape for i am no longer the lord
I am a traveller always walking without a goal
A wanderer moving away without a home
I am no longer of this world
My people are calling me
Let them run after me
This earth have grown too round for me
I shall hide blissfuly
I shall enjoy my security
I and me will run alone though we shall miss our land
In the night however , we shall dance
Words Of Harfouchism