To Spain who wins the World Cup,
well done, World Champion, you did well...
To Mr. Paul, the octopus,
you've done well, time to head to the kitchen...
To the Earth I ask,
is 2012 your end?
To the people of the World,
what do you think of our World now?
To August, the month to come,
may it be a month filled with good tidings...
To this World I wonder,
what am I sent here for?
To the unknown future,
am I allowed a glimpse of what is to come?
To the doubts that fills the heart,
will the future shows you an exit door?
To the griefs of the soul,
have I seen the last? Or is there more?
To the love I seek,
To plead a long-life one it be...
And to you who worry much,
I wish I can quench some, if not all of it...