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Life is Elsewhere Anas al' Hourani To Milan Kundera Life is elsewhere in my room, where the streetlight fills Fills my room And lighten the dark and gloomy nights I spend alone Sitting and thinking, whispering and crying to myself Oh… everything's going to be alright… Life is elsewhere in the mountains that I can't… see by now… And near the skies beneath her feet, beneath the loveliest feet And as the hawk flies up there, flies up there Reaching the sun, look my son… Life is elsewhere And life is for living after all Life is elsewhere And this elsewhere could be here right now. Life is elsewhere in my head, in my head, where nothing is alive And dancers dance in the yellow hot and sunny sand Imaginary in a faraway land. And as I wake up from my dreams, and reality ceases to Be so dark and lonely I wish to sleep… sleep… sleep To live the life elsewhere where everything is nice Where everything is God. Life is elsewhere, is elsewhere, is elsewhere Life is elsewhere And life is for living after all Life is elsewhere And this elsewhere could be here right now. Could be here right now Could be here right now Could be here right now… oh… oh … So shut your eyes and imagine…