I will come back again
To my country
In the guise of a Banyan tree
I will come back again
In the guise of rain
From the blue sky
From my country’s eye
When she cry.
I will comeback again
In the guise of a river
That stops never
If you can see
Some cranes during the evening
Flying to their nest
Remember that I will be there
And it is the real test
If you can see a hill
With a stream
Remember that I will be there
And it’s not a dream
When the sky is red
And the sun goes to his bed,
Then you can see
If you find there me
If you want to know
Where am I?
Find among them
With your eye.
