Amrun’quessir,
Lissenen ar’ maska’lalaith tenna’ lye omentuva,
Aa’ lasser en lle coia orn n' om(DNA)enta gurtha.

Of Bits and Pieces of dust,
Bits and pieces DNA
Are made of me, from here, there and far there
Making something whole, making something new
That fits right in the spot, you have been called the key.

Tears of rain
A star fell from the sky
Falling on my page of Life’s story
My art creates the writing, but my tears
My tears smudge the work and I cry
I am trying to fix it, it falls apart.

My Bits and Pieces DNA lie around the galaxy
Think to yours’elf, Zana, Life repairs its’elf.

Amrun’quessir,
Lissenen ar’ maska’lalaith tenna’ lye omentuva,
Aa’ lasser en lle coia orn n' om(DNA)enta gurtha.