Bora blows from my homeland,
it brought words from the vine:
“You left, but I did not,
I grew home, at my shrine.”
Bora blows from my homeland,
Leaves in their language spoke:
“Forever, we’ll be green,
we’ve roots in soil like oaks.”…
Bora blows from my homeland,
Home sent letters to me:
“From here, I will not move,
to come and live with thee…”
Bora blows from my homeland,
my heart got burnt in roam…
The Spring gardens in bloom..
“O boy, do come back home!”
