There where plains are filled
Where the fast blue rivers run,
Where the grass is green,
The air is sweet and clear,
Only in this land we're near.
Our life is the foam of the endless
Take care of my soul immortal and high
And aspiring to the sky...
I used to tell you about this sacred land,
Where love reigns and music plays,
In my fairy-tale, you're the king and
Let this fairy-tale be real