Wherever I go, I always look around
It seems to me that spring has yet to arrive in my village
The birds are chirping loudly, nature is slowly waking up
And thoughts still remain in my most beautiful homeland.

I am far from my end and beautiful landscape
Where ordinary buildings look like magic
There when I come to you, they will always welcome me with open arms
And the feeling was so magical and special.

Your charms you offer are the most beautiful in the world
When night falls, you illuminate the sky with all the dashed stars
And in the morning beautiful architectural rocks
And especially sung songs and children’s events.

Wherever I go, I always look around
It seems to me that spring has yet to arrive in my village
My desires became just another new hope
I am far from you, my dear, but I think of you every day.