I come from a fire
From an impossible rest
From a bad star
But from an invincible laugh
I come from a big secret
And a bad omen
From a last time
From a last image

I come from a gunshot
While crossing the border
And I come from a country
That was left behind
I come from an ambush
I come from a break-in
And I come from chaos
Even in my name

It will always be
About coming from nowhere
It will always be
About a poem that heals
It will always be
About a chance to glimpse
It will always be
About departure and hope

I come from solitudes
That dream of accomplices
From a sewing machine
From a police roadblock
I come from a setback
I come from smuggling
From a breath
On the beach of Ostend
I come from a number
Tattooed on the arm
I come back from a story
That is told in whispers
I come from barbed wire
That scratches the horizon
But from freedom
As the only song

It will always be
About coming from nowhere
It will always be
About a poem that heals
It will always be
About a chance to glimpse
It will always be
About departure and hope
It will always be
About night and fog

From a tear on my strings
From another in the mirror
From a violin in the mist
From a question without an answer
From pockets full of feathers
From an impending deluge

I come from there
I believe
I come from there
And you?

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