My place, land of my good soil
My soil of good fruit and running rivers
Oh the land of good nature, my place
The nature that is hard to get
Talking about the great mountains
Why is my place like this even if I am not around?

Just of the strange place I am new in
The place of hungry soil, which makes me
Remember of the land I grew up in.
No mountains but desert.

The land of much heat and very dry.
Lacking of water and with different creatures.
Oh, what a strange place being new in.