Of the last century
Left my throat dry
Without water wetted my wings
Without sickle tied my legs
I lost my peace in the din
A fish in the water without a fin.
Water can not wet my throat
The sun can not dry my wings
Untying my legs will not give me back my fins.
What is the use to be dry,
If I shan’t get the shadow and the fly?
I shan’t get surely the shadow from the sun
To it, it will only increase my bebt burden?
My wet wings needn’t to be wide spread
As I know the hope of justice has already dead!