O' my grace, make me a dandelion
Let the winds be my best friend
And fly me beyond the clouds
Of sorrows that never end,
Make me reach the destination:
A place where eternity lives on,
Where there are no wars,
Only exists peace and harmony
In the presence of sacred stars;
And after flying for hours
I shall fall on his effulgent feet,
Let this dandelion be thy slave,
Let this dandelion be complete.