I have a fantasy, I wish it comes true,
All day long, wish for night to appear,
In the twilight come the twinkling stars,
Small big of every magnitude.

Lovely, rays emitting them from them,
With cascade beams falling over my window,
Their lights shine in my life,
I remember people who have ceased to die.

There somewhere in the corner,
My mama calls me,
I don’t know how is she now?
Well! They say God looks after them all.

If you meet her, tell her,
I search for her everyday and night,
Mama I miss you,
Maybe you’re in the distant sky-a starlit one.