Oh half white merciful sky of ours! Take a whirl to create a wind, To hoist me over the "hind," To a place I love and call "Joveria". Where I would be as cheerful as I can, Where the scenes are akin to a painter's canvas. Lovely landscapes that bring bright smiles, Capable to erase all my sad miseries. And the lovely echoes of soothing whispers, That balm and soothe my ears. To roam over the land of happiness, Free of fear, now carefree and loving it.