In a room where dreams are drawn in green,
Candles of charts softly gleam,
A rising line like hope unseen
Turns quiet wishes into a screamโof joy, of fire, of โwe believe,โ
In all the magic we can achieve.
Coins fall like stars from skies above,
Each one a whisper of faith and love,
And there you stand, with fearless cheer,
Turning doubt into something clear.
Beside you dances a spirit bold,
With eyes that shine like stories told,
A guardian small, yet fierce and bright,
Reminding hearts to chase the light.
Heidrun, your name hums soft and strong,
A melody where dreams belong,
You build from sparks, from hope, from grind,
A golden future for humankind.
So let the charts rise, let courage stay,
Let laughter guide each daring day,
For wealth is more than coins that gleamโ
Itโs faith, itโs fire, itโs the dream.