Gold wall smile big,
Dream castles in the middle of the road,
Mate tears ran among the path, 
They are in pain, guarded now.

Felt like an angel, icon built,
In clouds with remaining traditions of ancestors,
Boasts life of frost humiliated,

And nostalgia is extinguished, echoing full of sun,
What you once kept thinking green
I care chains, you get all of the horizon,
You humiliated and handsome, warm years of love.

And to draw a moral,
When all sounds like a pot,
Sips a better idea
On his neck while giving spark.