Three tenderest, creatures, three sisters
Far and wide, they decided to travel,-
So's to find, amidst infinite valleys
Treasured spring, that is ever thirst-quenching.
Having bid their farewells, they departed
And set off on a long and far journey.
The first one, named Love, the second, called Dream,
While named Hope was the last of the sisters.
Sister Love, was there conquering spaces,
Aiming high for the altering targets,
But she couldn't put up with inconstance
In the end, she just failed to be saved.
There were two of the sisters remaining,-
As before they continue their journey.
And with sister Love's dying again and again
Hope and Dream are but all that's left going.
Sister Dream, her flight never descending,
To arrive at the goal did she manage.
Being there, she then turned into something
Although Dream sister was she no longer.
Now, our Hope was the last one remaining
On the road, as before, treading heavy.
So let Love and Dream perish again and again
Sister Hope is the one who's left living.
So today, all deadlines have been settled,
Lovely summer to all has been promised.
Tell me why are we feeling so lonely?
Why are we going round the world scattered?
In the very remotest of places
There's one thing, as before, I will ask for:
That in order to breathe and to dream and to love
May my tenderest Hope never leave me.