You are the smell of my country.
You are the memory of this land...

A sky made from candy.
The fields are made from Gold...

I am a sea of rage..
Screaming with every wave...

The land of olives
Obliterated to a struggle for life...

I wish you the best in your life,
You who occupied my heart for years...

Look at me,
Raised up in a foster home...

In a distant land of waterfalls and flowers,
What lacks is a feeling of pain...

I look at someone like yourself,
And i see a serious case of hopelessness...

Honor,
People kill for it...

Smoking cigarettes all the time and devilish...
Evil things is what this woman does or say...

This world is full of temptations,
Filled with the facade that harmful things serve...

I visit this place again
Which once reminded me of you...