Cura [bad word] Maria nai satira
Schäsch da ija

Fold your hands and pray
My heart belongs to you, you are my way

Doce me domine
Vitam amare
Doce me domine

You are a child of the universe
No less than the trees and the stars
You have the right to be here
Therefore be in peace with god
Whatever you conceive Him to be
And whatever your labors and aspirations
In the noisy confusion of life
Keep peace with your soul
Be careful, strive to be happy