Everybody’s fine – on the outer side.
Everybody’s happy and smiles.
Green grass covers our eyes,
the princess marries the prince
in the fairy tale land.
Everybody’s fine, grandma,
listen to our thoughts while we fight,
we have rice fields, and corn fields
in the backyard.
Storks have left the village.
I know it doesn’t sound convincing,
but believe me: everybody’s fine.
Church bells are ringing,
it’s the end of December,
we can rest at last.
In the corner of my heart
there are twenty thousand stars
twinkling on the little sky
for those who keep telling themselves:
Do not cry, everything’s all right.