Give us quiet holidays

Like a baby's smile,

Give us little cries

In the lap of the beloved woman.

 

Give us songs from the heart

Spoken in a silent whisper.

 

Give us arms as roots

To embrace the hard and wounding.

 

Give us nights of hope

Facing a large, silent land.

 

Make our home

House for melodies.

 

Do not add to our stump

Any more ring of griefs.