My girl, a grown daughter, For you endless trouble, will not Let hard road, I pray for you day and night... for the troubles, misery and sadness Passed you by side, That stored was you destiny, For you I ask and pray... My wise adult daughter, and I are a lot alike, I gave you may be Your character, so as to overcome... you Have a safe port, his Father's house, where you are always welcome, Where love is the highest award, Where will understand... and retreat of sorrow.