She sits at the threshold of the hut
With sadness in her eyes
Looks at her son with a wry smile to distract
Him from what she hides
Story of a poor widow suffering from misery
Daytime is tiring, night is her lost dream
Sees ambition in her child\'s innocent eyes, clearly
He deserves a life like ocean instead of that little stream
His cheerful face rises up in front of the sky
With a big laugh which can be heared from miles
It tells the story of a young boy who is never afraid to try
To replace these empty stomachs with hopeful smiles
Flowers almost bloom in autumn when the mother holds his hand
The silent looks meet at a moment that utters a lot of patience
Faith in the pink tomorrow is forever their friend
Far away from the hustle of life, they celebrate their independence