We all rush for miracles
But there is nothing more wonderful
Than that ground under the skies
Where your home is.
All your grieves
Will completely disappear at once,
When you call to mind the blue stars
Above the roof of your home.
And when suddenly you get sad,
Then that sadness makes no sense
If you know, that under the sun
Somewhere, there is your home.
The world is full of joy and happiness,
But your home land is dearer than everything.
And it is so lovely to return
To your home!