*Barns röster ekar I sentices rike, där glädje och skratt råder, Barnröster ekar, i solsken och i regn. Deras hjärtan är fulla av oskuld, deras leenden ren fröjd, I en värld av santices känns allt rätt. De bygger sina små kungadömen, i sand eller i snö, Med drömmar som ritningar låter de fantasin flöda. I santices rike är varje dag ett nytt uppdrag, Med mod i sina små hjärtan gör de alltid sitt bästa. Så här är till santices, må de alltid hitta sin väg, Må de aldrig tappa makten på livets resa. I santices rike, under solen så ljus, Må de alltid behålla sin oskuld, sin ljusfyr.

In the realm of sentices, where joy and laughter reign,

Children’s voices echo, in sunshine and in rain.

Their hearts are full of innocence, their smiles pure delight,

In the world of santices, everything feels right.

They build their tiny kingdoms, in sand or in the snow,

With dreams as their blueprints, they let their imaginations flow.

In the realm of santices, every day is a new quest,

With courage in their tiny hearts, they always do their best.

So here’s to the santices, may they always find their way,

In the journey of life, may they never lose their sway.

In the realm of santices, under the sun so bright,

May they always keep their innocence, their beacon of light.