The fresh dew caressed the calm morn
When the sun risen I was born
in the crib of peace and mother's love
I still hear the sang of the doves
When I'm think about it
I know that: It's gone away
It was noon when I met with her
We were glad so loved each other
Then she gave me cildrens and warm home
The first time i was not alone.
When I'm think about it
I hope that we will meet
The moon chased the sun away
in the end of this beauty day
And I hope that he will give
a new day to me
When I watching my grey hair
and the wrinkles which doesn't spare
I still hope that He will give
a new day to me
The island stole my afternoon
The sky covered by the moon
And i know I am nothing else just dust
All I want: the kiss of the past
When I'm think about it
I still beg: come again | 
