Going down the hills, she comes, 
seeking winds of destiny. 

Routes of love and care, builds. 
Claims for hopes of liberty. 

Sweet, her face is made of waterways 
descending from the distant mountain. 

Through the breeze, she sings a song of grief 
while snake of hate is bent under her feet. 

Sorrow falls as river goes, colored 
by broken hearts and spoiled towers. 

Men and women entirely tired,declaim : 
Life on earth must not expire. 

Let us sing a song of hope, 
not to leave our Peace  depart. 

If Peace leaves to any place 
how we know when she returns? 

Join hands one to the other one. 
Share love with every creature. 

The unique way to reach 
everlasting hopes of Peace… 

is to love each other more 
without any kind of prejudice. 

Sun will show its better face 
golden, quiet and serene. 

Far from cruel evil shadows, 
creatures will dance without concern. 

Lovely daisies will pat zephyr, 
petals falling, free of fright. 

Moon will dream on lovely lakes 
While the beasts could dare drink. 

Hopes of love will be the path 
To overtake our grief. 

All these dreams could be truth 
if we amend the route 

to a world 
in Peace.