Worlds’ beautiful names are inscribed in my crown
Transcontinental people adored me with enthusiasm
Even though, deleterious to wellness engraved in my chest
Natives follow me with the spirit
To have the spirit to induce some happiness
From the darkness to sprout the hope
Born in a distillery awaiting the sunshine
Like a butterfly emerging from the cocoon
Foetus in wooden barrels and racking to the urn
And later...