This is a new day,
a day to survive again.
I go out with the moon until it is hidden from the sun.
this is a new day
to start again.
A new day to think about my children.
young people who are far
in strange lands; not by will
but out of necessity.
Your land does not offer you a future to live.
The strange land gathers the tears of melancholy.
Tears of anger and tears of joy.
Struggling to excel,
Struggling to be better.
From your place of birth
proud parents see family values
above the world.

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