Exile by Enya
But I have my own Hungarian lyrics, and seems I will never return home, now.
Winter has come to pass (a white winter that never colonised)
Cold as the northern winds (life living amongst hypocrisy, genocide in Namibia, rightful land given to Indians, no profit, no greed)
Mine is the northern star
Too close beside me
How can I chase away
All these fears deep inside?
I'll wait the signs to come
I'll find a way
I will wait the time to come
I'll find a way home
My light shall be the moon