Another sky's sun

Years are passing by, they are left behind us
Nobody calls us, nobody writes
I knew they were leaving but I didn’t know
That it will hurt this much.

They go to make their dreams come true
To try their luck, so be what may
It is their choice
The chance to be their own judges.

O, o, o… hey, hey
Pensioners and milionairs,
Workers, idlers and farmers,
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers
They all go never to
Come back.

We watch all photographs with longing,
Sadness and judgment fight quieter and quieter,
Who is guilty for wanting to survive,
I am here, trying to breathe.

Who is clever and who is a fool
I’m still thinking hard about that,
Another sky’s sun isn’t as warm as ours,
This sun of ours won’t have who to warm.

Years go by, only faces change,
Every time when I wish
The wishes become further and further.