Out of the boat i step upon the sand
at the edge of the shore
leaving behind the happiness of my Motherland
unknowingly what the future has in store
the promise of a new city seems like a mirage
standing over the mountain
behind the wave
as helpless as a lamb ready for sacrifice
I can only breathe and think
that my life is save

left with no choice except to listen to the master
for whatever task lies ahead
I am compelled to plow the new soil
and to pass my time
for the sake of a daily bread
to think of the painful voyage I cross
in the shadow of my mind
the tears refuse to fall from my eyes
to think as though I am blind

to make a new home out of straw and mud
put me in a position where I cannot leave
the past I have already buried
and in my heart I could only see to believe
to discontinue carrying the load of loneliness
I must awake from my dream
I must look to perform my duty
and place my faith
like a bubble the stream

the arrows of the sugarcane give me the courage
to change the way I think
look how fortunate I am to have reach thus far
in the journey with my being
that the boat didn't sink
I will look to transform the estate
into a city and to shape a better tomorrow
the winds of change will lead me to overcome
my fear
and to clear all my sorrow.