The song of the emigrant

THE SONG OF THE EMIGRANT

I have two homes,

One abroad,

One in Albania,

Yet I am homeless.

Dreams whisk me away,

To Albania alone.

Sleep escapes me here,

My body here dwells,

But my heart there thrives.

Here I toil,

There I dream,

Here I weep,

There I rejoice.

Life split in twain,

Half in worry,

Half in uncertainty.

Two homes I hold,

But for Albania,

A yearning so deep,

Love beyond compare...