I'll attach sailcloth to my life,
With fair winds at our backs.
I'll put away my knife,
There's nothing to attack.
I'll take your hand in love,
The hand you raised in hate.
The world split from above,
Our lives are bound by fate.
But I'm not giving in.
You turned away from me.
For all my people's sin,
But I have made us free.
The skies await our hand,
The sun is on our face.
We've made our final stand,
Let's leave this awful place.
We'll find a distant shore,
And make our dreams come true.
There's nothing wrong or poor,
When I'm right here with you.
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Come on Zulf. We're going home.
What is done is done,
what is gone is gone.
We can't go back anymore,
but we can go... wherever we please.
And though that might not sound too great for you right now,
after all of this...
I cannot leave you behind.
I won't say please. And you won't thank me. Because this is what friends are for.