Sometimes the earth quakes, and pulls down,
The apples of my dreams.
My dreams are as vast as all the seven seas.
My dreams are for you, young apples of the world!
I wish you were red and ruby.
I wish you were sour and sweet.
I wish your brothers blossom and your sisters
With all the sweetness in the world.
When I hold you by my side,
I feel the love inside me,
Underneath my painful chest,
And beyond my crying heart.
I wish you, young apples of the world,
Play your music along fate’s road.
I hear your song,
Let us sing along.
We are all the lovers.
We are all the dancers.
We are all the young apples of the world.