Sitting on my bed and looking out of window
silent snow's falling down.
It is full of books and luxury
in my isolated room.
My mind and dreams are running
from mile to mile
to be at my birthplace.
Playing with my childhood friends
in the rain between banana trees
being so happy.
Dancing to the amused sounds
of Mon Kyam-zither
is ever merrier.
Eating sour fruit with chilli-salt
together with my family
is so funny.
Oh! So lovely in my Ramanya Thani
My birthplace,
where I always want to return.
But I can't,
because the "Axis of Evil"
is still in contral.
