I come from the country of honey and wine,
My country has rainbows along every side.
I ponder at rivers, such passionate streams,
I feed upon forests, forever all green.
My country – white flowers that blossom in snow,
Imprisoned in teardrops, in hunger, and stone.
All crossroads have angels, all borders have swords,
My country was knelt down, but each time has rose.
I come from the country of sorrow, and smile,
My country – a sparrow, that bathes in the shine.
I stand in the forefront of one final dawn,
I feed upon faith in the kindness of All.