When I heard the river.
A dream of the ocean, was enough.
It was enough.
When I heard the city.
A dream of the country, was enough.
It was enough.
When I heard your voice,
A dream of your life, was enough,
It was enough.
Each day, the rising sun.
And each night, my two sons.
A dream of love.
Of something better.
Both now and ever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem