Moving town, moving country,
With a suitcase by my side, that is my life.
I move and my life moves with me – but does it?

Caught up in what used to be my streets,
When I lie in my new sheets surrounded by new noises.
The sirens do not sound the same and I can’t hear the church bell ring
One, two, three – quarter to four I need to read on my phone.

Sometimes I feel alone.
I am not alone, such good friends in so many places,
All of which are still with me in my heart;

This might be a new start, a new episode in my life.
But it is not a new life.
My life and memories stay with me and make me,
They shape me.