The love of money is the root of all evils
Miss fun, joy and pleasure
We live in darkness and move away from light
We remove humility and wear vanity
Our heart hardens and becomes an unforgiving rock
Hard and tough all things
Makes us roll and spin
We live, but as if we were in the graves
From now to the end of time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem