Take me back to the sea of blissful solitude,
To the trees that bloom pink in spring,
To where she sings with the mid-afternoon church bells.
Take me back to birds that sing their own songs
and the listeners dance in glee.
Where the palms grow tall and their memories of sights are long,
Where air is carrying the kite that I once held.
Where the simple is flamboyant in glory of its manner ,
Take me to the blush dancing flowers .
The scent of which is smells of her glamour.
Take me home, to where heart lives,
Eagerly waiting for my arrival.
Of the sight of which my heart will dance and sing
When the her nostalgic memories will call upon
The chirping birds and bloom the pink the floral dance
And the church bells should sing the glory of the gods.
I will return,even if I will have to scream through tunnels
Or cross seven seas or travel for a few dozens of months
Take me to where I belong where the sun is orange bright
Over the silent sea casting its gloom.
Just take me back home !
