The first time I heard “Je Vole” by Sardou, was after I moved to the US, and I couldn’t help feeling sad thinking about my parents left in Israel, while their children live on the other side of the Atlantic ocean. Today I am leaving to visit them, and I hear the song playing my head.
Il y a la gare et après la gare,
Il y a l’Atlantique et après l’Atlantique…
Hoping for forgiveness for using my wings to fly out of their nest.