White clouds

Dazzling sky

Tree-lined roads in the sun 


Grey factories

Working women

And the motorway, far away 


Old men sitting

In the shadow of the courtyards

Sports clubs and kindergartens 


HAY LADDIE

HAY LADDIE - O 


I have other skies in my eyes

More windy and pure

Stretching over foreign lands 


In my hair I have the sand

Of desert trails

On my lips other loves 


But the song remains

The song of old

And now I have returned