I stand amid the roar of a surf-tormented shore,
and I open my arms wide,inviting the sea inside.

Mother,come over me.
Mother,revive me.

I hold within my hands grains of the golden sand,
bringing with me my dear motherland.

Mother,come over me.
Mother,save me.

And I weep,oh,I weep;the pain of sorrow inside cutting me deep.

Mother,come over me.
Mother,take me with thee.

Mother,oh,Mother,come over me.
Mother,dear Mother,please kill me.

All that we see...
Dreams within dreams...