I was moving down a valley when I saw a key,
I thought whether it was for someone else or for me.
The key was no ordinary but golden
My legs were shaking when I entered the hall,
I started to recall what my friend had told,
With shaking hands the mike I hold,
And at last I and my students inside the four walls.
There was a man sitting beside a river
He seemed to be very ill and he was suffering from fever
His one eye was missing and his face was pale
The valleys full of animals,
Grazing, happily the grass.
With their hairs dancing,
Due to the wind pass.
Near the horizon,
under the shade of a tree,
Oh! dear fellow,
I'll be there.