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Jon (i.e the Ionian Sea, here the name of a little boy)

You arrived to me in desperate times
Painfully..., Jon
When ship like ghosts
Across the sea adventurously
Crying: Liberty!
 
And the eyes of Albania were on you
Only She knew how She could hold on
Her shoots were being uprooted
The sea became a mountain of people
And earth became a sea of tears
 
And the light gave you its first kiss
You were born, ... Jon
You still didn't know joy
Or pain, or misery
Which heaves, hits and corrugates the earth
 
Today you are equal to all the babies of the world
You laugh and play just like them
This is just your start
But you'll grow up and understand
That fates are not the same
 
Take my blessings
oh undisturbed soul
And hear these words of mine:
They'll offer you plated chains
But still it will be slavery
 
Jon, a name borrowed from the sea
Jon, a wave song rocks your crib
Jon, and you felt its scent
Take it with you for life
 
Jon, if you swim with this name
Jon, and if you meet with brothers
Jon, you'll just need two hands
To say that you are, you are Jon
 
Take my blessings
oh undisturbed soul
And hear these words of mine:
 
I don't want you to be enslaved anymore
Denied by yourself, Jon, Jon