My family and I are saying goodbye to the house that raised meI take my mother's hands with meShe lived her life carrying my worriesI take my mother's warmth from my mother's armsYour heart, my mother, is the one that warmed meI take with me the stories of my father, the one who took my heartI take joy, his beautiful voice, to break the lonelinessMy father, the kind, the good, the warmMy father, the journey of death, the rose that carried meMy father, the journey of death, the rose that carried me�My night and I are opening the doors of dreamsI feel a new age, it's starting to drawIt's like I'm going to EidThe word of my country is just on my tongueOh God, let this age continueDon't deprive anyone of his loveMy country, let this age continueI take with me the stories of my father, the one who took my heartI take joy, his beautiful voice, to break the lonelinessMy father, the kind, the good, the warmMy father, the journey of death, the rose that carried meI take with me the stories of my father, the one who took my heartI take joy, his beautiful voice, to break the lonelinessMy father, the kind, the good, the warmMy father, the journey of death, the rose that carried me