Ihesa zilegi balitz

If the full escape were real
where peace would exist somewhere
I wouldn't be the lover
of the flowers at the edge of the house.

I wouldn't be the miserable
wretch at the mercy of shame
the recipient of cries
the son of contempt.

I wouldn't be the scandalous
loss for someone else
the plant without roots
changed in a cold land.

If the beautiful escape were real
the rope could be broken
I wouldn't be the sailor
without a boat.