Like rain that falls in the arid backlands,
Making the driest of branches blossom
I need to work through my days!
I shall cultivate friendships
And, with all my will,
I shall reproduce peace
And defend nature!
I shall savour my eyes with such beauty
And, by greater force
I shall transform the most sublime of melodies
Into enchantments of friendliness.
I shall hand out hugs
Cheer people up
And walk together.
And even when there is no subject
I shall toast silence!
And, who knows, one day,
And having life to celebrate,
I could be rain in the backlands!