A country grows on the ground Must be the king here Crowned with the sun-light Collect and decorate stars Like God's bed, I will treat it with respect When I'm at a loss for words, swim in the ocean or play with clothes that don't suit me For hours, until we get tired So I teach We have a home to return to When you hate your eyes, try to close them Can't hide other people's eyes Maybe we've come too far, too fast to believe There must have been sad days, even sleepless nights Breathe and learn to love as fast as leaves grow on a tree I hope you wake up in peace while I'm here Lend me your eyes, your ears, your heart Not escape, ability to capture phenomena beautifully Sometimes people believe everything their eyes see For instance, birds are free, fish never cry Throwing away the clothes named concept You can live politely here now Heal the wound, tied together with the thread of repair I have been writing stories since I was born We love you No more sad things Make this place your last homeland kept raining, night did not end The life went on sleeping Everyone said that peace would never come to this place Still new music is heard Break through this back and grow beautiful wings I will meet you again Saw my country under the ground Are we home?