When new olive tree blossoms, all conflicts will end,
showing the angels of all peace creations to descend,
This fruit garden of you and me, where our childhood
dreams flourished under the shade of that tree stood,
Playing all the child games of love, hatred and despair,
I held his wounded body with much more care,
In the shades and shadows of the big orange-grove,
You and me, hugging together our love grew to prove,
We are one, in life, will never ever to depart,
Among the thorns, hills, oasis of this desert,
Although I was not dead, the other fatal day,
On my chest, I sadly placed a tombstone today,
During that night of my loved friend’s death,
No clouds, no blue skies, no stars to talk with,
My tears rushed down like a flood on a hill,
The heart dried, eyes blind, it’s all your will.
With all anthems of life now singing in love,
bringing peace, accord and bliss from heaven above.
All of new life now bearing in minds the truth;
it’s the heart of desire which will give a rebirth.