Through the mist, through the rain From our sheltering nest Other places are calling our names To the east, to the west, Through the mist, through the rain Home is where we belong But we hear them again Distant voices we’ve known all along Like the missing refrain From an old favourite song And it seems, yes it seems Live can be so much more New adventures and friendships and dreams Once we walk through the door So it seems, so it seems But no matter how clear, How light-hearted we are Home is waiting, and we reappear Where is our lucky star? Maybe there, maybe here...
© Mika Tubinshlak. Translation, 2010
© Mika Tubinshlak. Performance, 2014