Nostalgia

[stendhal18]

Today I can merely think about
about what we lived together
I always heard the voice of father
which resounds inside my head
tthe birds' song awaking us
the drains of rain sinking on the roof
meanwhile we engrossed in our book
all these thoughts make me sick
however, it is hard i to live without
I'd like returning where i'm from
but I'm imprisoned here by my future
don't worry my land i will come