I left my homely province, In search for my crown Prince, Cuz' he refused to convince, Garden's pale without flowering quince: Heed, this rage has won leaving me wince, But my love for you is the real evince. So, Oh prince! come back to province, And fill this fading heart with your love tints!
lost in a rat-racing crowd, Where everybody is owning the glories they found, But no glory feels lovely, If parents aren't around. So, I want them with me, To make them profoundly proud!
The tougher you conceive, And stronger you perceive. The ambitions you achieve, And abundance you receive. It's all because you believe, in the beauty of your dreams. 'Dream high'