And suddenly my land becomes a bride again
In this memory of decimals
You're a soulful, full-bodied number
the even envy of oddities...
Dressed like the garden of Arcadia
Make the mountains sing your name
Make the valleys vow in your name
Let the evening sun rise in gold, in your name
Walk in beauty like the deer among hogs
The forests proclaim your antimony of flesh...
I too proclaim you, woman, wife, mother, lover...my land.
You're the principle of sunshine
The embrace of pleasant fires
The only death I wish in this wasteland
For Love is the only language I know
In a season of parched promises and shrunken memories
Love is the caprice of remembrance, the remedy of forgetting.
And suddenly my land becomes a bride again.