Being born from roses, up to far away, flowing the winds
Now am thinking of those people
Whose wallets are light and heavy the minds
Of their flats as fairy and women as heaven
Cars and keys to all these happiness counts seven
Are going to be lost in this coming sunlight of fires
Sunlight, as sharp as sister in laws' affairs
Flowing and blowing the winds
With no reason, meaninglessly, in vain
Thinking I, what a clap with single handed again
Flowing and blowing the winds, perfumed, as serpent
Ah! I lost those golden times of mine, happy and fair
I lost even those nests of my childhood scent
Now, how could I catch the air?
I have finished and flown away, a whole life of mine
Oh mother earth, in your dust and tears tastes saline
Now, please tell me my dear
How could I behold the air?