My place of honor with valor
Where everything seems beautiful
The sun never sets
There is no brain drain
Everything is free
‘Cause the poor lives the rich
The wind speaks mildly on the skin of man
There are music bags lingered in the air
Nature takes it course with the aquatic clime
God’s own place
Where the angels work on pay days
The grasses are pearls of blue roses
The air smells of vanilla fragrance
The rain is vino in nature
The sky is of magenta
Full of Helens of Troy
The houses are not houses but castles built on sea
No energy wasted because we ride on flying horses
No evil befalling
‘Cause the devil has taken a French leave
Every man is the king of his house
A good neighbor of others
The animals need not be afraid
‘Cause manna falls from heaven
Even though I perish, my place I’ll still cherish
Come over to my place
My place of valor!