The night falls
covering youthful memories ,
No matter if a hundred,
Or a few thousands of kilometres away...
Surrounded by bright fields of joy
Where I can see the Sun shines,
Brightly ;
On that thatched roof of that house of mine.


Mighty roars of thunder,
Booming above in that sky
Or those boundless waves...
In the oceans so high
I pray to God , for a miracle
To pave a way ...