My mind is running towards the village.

My mind is running towards the village 

I will see the green village,

I will see the rivers in rows 

Take all the sailboats.

I will see the green mountains and the fountains 

Laughing with laughter,

The children of the clouds across the sky 

Float to the rhythm of the waves.

In the wild flowers in the grass 

With the captivating smell,

The bees will fly to eat honey 

In rhythm

The morning breeze will touch 

the soul will wake up, 

I will listen to the song of the birds with my ears