Grumble, grumble, grumble
In big cities, towns and villages
People grumble in every corner
Grumble from Monday to Friday
Grumble everyday
This grumble life
In big cities towns and villages
Has taken the positive thought out of us
Grumble in the morning, when its rains
Grumble in the afternoon, when the sun rays
Grumble at night, when the cold wind on high
Grumble from Monday to Friday
Everything still seems the same
Nature and destiny never changes
it face nor it rout to ply on
Grumble is like life and death
that follows us in every path
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem