My Song

       What's the prodigious lovely view!
       The day is fine with freshing breeze.
       I'll sharpen pencils and renew
       The papers for my dreams.
       And I'll create it from the start
       With all my soul and all my heart.

       I wish to write the special song
       From islets of my secret dreams,
       To seize the world and be so strong
       With flowers, stars and beams,
       With that reviving clear dawn
       And souls of those ones who had gone.

       Chorus:
       And I will sing, and I will sing!
       Just as a bird I'm gonna fly along the ring.
       And let the years are flying by,
       And let the winds are driving high,
       But I will sing the song until I die.
       And I will sing, and I will sing!
       I know exactly I will never burn or sink.
       Just as a thunder I will roar,
       And with a rain I fall once more,
       So I will sing my song about the core.

       Perhaps, I'll sing about your heart,
       About the far-off lands and seas,
       About the damnable bad lot,
       And radiant nice dreams,
       When good will beat the evil' force
       And we forget about the wars.

       There'll be the lake and our house,
       And the prodigious lovely view.
       So every blessed day will be nice
       For them, for me, for you,
       And let the sun will always shine,
       And I will sing the song of mine.

       Chorus.