Nada particular

I fly wounded and don't know where to go
with the tired rage of walking
they have asked me to forget everything in the end... nothing particular...
another life and start over
I don't ask for a fleeting homeland
decently, a hug in the end... nothing particular...
Sing and fly free like the dove sings...

(Chorus:)
Give me an island in the middle of the sea
call it freedom... sing loudly, brother!
Tell me that the wind won't sink it...

May my story not bring pain
may my hands work for peace
if I die, let it be from love... nothing particular...
Give me an island in the middle of the sea
call it freedom... sing loudly, brother!
Tell me that the wind won't sink it...
call it freedom...

(Chorus)