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,

Diligent,

And having life to celebrate,

I could be rain in the backlands!