CHILDREN LOVE
Longing those adventurous boyhood days.
My village with its streets, scented with orange blossoms.
Your trees so green, I would climb
and in dreams, sleep, go back to being happy.
The girl at that time, was like the rose,
in a storybook, difficult to erase.
Between tears and laughter I learned to walk
the world, to life, a butterfly flew.
My mother and her advice, watered my way.
Solas, in the big house, we lived in peace.
A clean, clear sky, covered our fate.
I forget moments of calm comfort
beloved temple, faith, divine love.
In my soul, are memories, memories so vivid.
My village with its streets, scented with orange blossoms.
Your trees so green, I would climb
and in dreams, sleep, go back to being happy.
The girl at that time, was like the rose,
in a storybook, difficult to erase.
Between tears and laughter I learned to walk
the world, to life, a butterfly flew.
My mother and her advice, watered my way.
Solas, in the big house, we lived in peace.
A clean, clear sky, covered our fate.
I forget moments of calm comfort
beloved temple, faith, divine love.
In my soul, are memories, memories so vivid.
