I will find it

In these empty corners of this earth,
I belong somewhere, a land of my own
I hear my names, as my soul cries
Alone and abandoned, in my search
From one place to another, I move
Like an orphan from one home to another

In these empty corners of this earth,
I belong somewhere, a land of my own
As these caravans of my existence
Walk through these avenues of extinction
In distress, in despair out of horizon
Like an orphan from one home to another

In these empty corners of this earth,
Elusive this dream, elusive my reach
On the move, like caravans of the desert
In misfortunes my soul, wrapped up
From one place to another, I move
Like an orphan from home to another

In these empty corners of this earth
I belong somewhere, a land of my own
Will find it one day alive or dead
The light of my travels and existence
As I hear those places with my name
Etched and engraved, in silence!

Kashkin