Lonely, on road to new lands,
I move, with horses, swift and gallant,
I am hope, the survivor,
I live to conquer, to rise higher.
Down in the muddy streams,
I breathe out lofty dreams,
I am wish, the industrious farmer,
I live to grow, to spread farther.
Fluttering in the womb of a mother,
I survive, oblivious of every danger,
I am life, an untainted new-comer,
I live to love, to wish, to hope.