For you only honour me with your lips,
And with your heart very far away from me!
In vain you do worship the doctrine of men! !
But the next page of your life has a question mark;
For you think you are wiser than all the people around you.
Your life is like the Babylon Talmud!
And like the acts of the priests around you;
But am attempt to destroy a culture is all that you want,
And like your dirty acts which are now recorded on the next page.
Oh, how sad it is to see them at work;For the false doctrine is what they love and,Who will tell them that rabbits do not lay eggs?
Are you the first man ever born? !Then your own mouth will condemn you;For you’ve set darkness on my paths!And the seducing tongue of the adulteress sits beside you.
So you don’t need to worry about the Balck Market atound you.I learnt the hard way and,You killed the devil last night!But the sound of South Africa is all that i have with me.
And like a memorial to the muse of your love,But a fragrant blend of incense is waiting for you.A perpetual agreement,From generation unto generation;But the image of your love is hanging all over my house!And like the muse of ‘Florence Nightingale’ in my backyard,But i will always respect my mind to lead me on.
For many are those who are easily taken off!Because the true tracks of love is far from them.I am Bezek and i am writing this to you my love,So try to return to the home of peace with your mind;And do learn from me always because,Rome was not built in a day.
For all around me are fruits of love and,I want to choose the best among them.
