Fly away to thy home fly
For the violets await thee
With reminiscences they satisfy their soul
With a peek in the sky they console
Distant flowers may more colorful seem,
Violets thy think, hath faded to cream?
They still are proud with their violet robes
Standing tall-still remembering their folks
The sorrowful dew seeps through the twigs-
Tears of the violets, they hide like wigs!
Though they wish joy, wherever thee be
Secretly also wish- may thy return soon be
Gardens of homeland shall soon perish,
If butterflies like thee do not nourish!
In these gardens which thou fluttered and played-
Thy friends await
Fly away to thy home fly,
For the violets await thee
With reminiscences they satisfy their soul
With a peek in the sky they console
