I look over horizon to the sky of red
I see the land so far,
though allways part of my destiny.
Sweet wind blows to my nose,
soft breeze from afar, with the scent of hope.
But aside is the pain and sorrow,
in my back is the ache of hate and terror.
Why had to evil race his head
Why wickedness seized those unawared.
Against the rising sun of red,
two white doves response to my quest.
My friend, find them flying Romania above
bringing my message of hope and love.
Dear great souls in the land of lost
you must know that you are not alone.
I was blessed, and I was saved,
for return I give thou my support and pray.
In my heart and soul I take to believe,
as the doves fly over
comes the end of grieve
The peace will reach, the land of lost
the wisdom will rise ,
but what a weighty cost.
With Love
Yours
Cocuta
