White clouds
Dazzling sky
Tree-lined roads in the sun
Grey factories
Working women
And the motorway, far away
Old men sitting
In the shadow of the courtyards
Sports clubs and kindergartens
HAY LADDIE
HAY LADDIE - O
I have other skies in my eyes
More windy and pure
Stretching over foreign lands
In my hair I have the sand
Of desert trails
On my lips other loves
But the song remains
The song of old
And now I have returned
