Years have passed
My children continue suffering is exile .
Facing the wrath of blazing sun .
Driven out ----
Out into the wide plains .
Sobbing are my mountains ,
Crying are my rivers .
Seeing the plight of my children,
My soul shivers .
The offspring of snows and cold ,
Scared out ,
Into Red Sun's fold .
Pain and agony
They have to cope .
Days ahead are going to be
Nice and sunny
Is their only hope .
Mother dear , mother dear , don't worry !
I'm Coming , I'm Coming .
