Will your child be mortgaged to accumulate wealth
until the love that he possessed you must be buried
For you to plant an abundance of treasures?
I am the poor
And it's not me that you expect to accompany your child.
I am the contemptible
And it's not me you expect to be a priest for your son, But I have love
That will make yourself strong
in an implied injury
I can prove it
This love will turn the servant into a king
This love will turn the poor into the rich
Turning the hinga into an honorable person
This love will be a fire
That will burn your pride
which you see as unworthy in love
Tomorrow, Yes tomorrow
Kan becomes lovers who love Her love
Up to my body soul I submitted for him.
