The hot sun stung
The dust stuck to it
The soil is cracked, the grass is dry and arid
At the end of this earth .....
Dream of rain falling back
Or just dew in the morning
There ... a place far from the sheen of the world
While others wish the favor
While we are covered in warm
At that time he was dying
On that day he shouted hoarsely
Expect pity on the arrogant world
Until no weak power lies ...
hi world ........
Do not you hear the crying cry? Do not you see her eyes? Do not you feel the pain of his life?
He did not want the palace burning
They do not ask for gold sheen in the body
Just a speck of love from the ruler
Or a sip of water in a vessel
Can not we?