In those days under the moonlight we sat
Circling the camp fire, folding our legs like in an art of meditation
Gazing with utmost anxiousness
On our old mother story teller
Hoping to hear her tell tales of the old illusionary animal race
In those days under the moonlight we rejoice
Circling the olive tree, holding our hands in togetherness
Singing with joyful melody
The ancient moonlight tunes
Till the light dims.