Just a twinkle of light, a little more breeze and a deep breathe.
Yes! I long for hope,
ill-nurtured and abandoned young.
In the fields of opulence where greed dominates
Arise, oh shredded nation, Reform oh motherland.
How I beseech your affection, oh! , How I long to die in your arms. Or kill for your sake
My sunken heart swirl low, in a rheumatic pain of hustle in the dazzle of your beauty.
The ugly thing, unlike the workmanship of God
I wonder if our forefathers knew about it, abnormal of insects or birds of our time
Her rumbling fart reverberates the earth,
Our mystic engineer set the road, but the Messiah missed the call
And that took the toll, and still the claque cherished