Under the Wreckage of Broken Hearts

From the purity of your eyes arises the flooding daylight.

The flooding daylight that floods the squares with its purifying light.

The arenas which witnessed the futility of childhood and the rush of our youth.

The boyhood's rush towards the impossible dreams.

The impossible dreams which crouch between the fierce fangs of the difficult road.

The desolate harsh road, where the winds of sorrow howl like the beasts' howl in the wilderness.

The predatory monsters who rushed to tear apart our innocent childhood's dreams.

The dreams of youth that used to see the sparkle of your eyes as a guiding light,

amid the darkness of this difficult road.

In the sparkle of your eyes, the hopes of youth used to see the radiance of your eyes as a beacon,

amid the crashing waves of sorrow.

The waves of sorrow that used to crash amid the black sea of ​​loss.

The black sea of ​​loss that witnessed the farewell ceremony of the sun,

when the sunset wears the colors of mourning during the  burial ceremony of the daytime.

And behold, the day shines again from the depths of the beauty of your eyes.

It shines on the squares of our youth again, announcing the long-awaited dawn of hope.

Announcing the dissipation of the clouds of sadness of our bygone years,

and the escape of our youthful dreams from the claws of the furious despair,

that still have the breath of life under the wreckage of our broken hearts.

Announcing the victory of the dawn of hope,

when we will walk together in the light of your pure eyes,

That will revive the innocent dreams of our childhood into our wrecked hearts.