A green plain, a river full of water,
a strong dam, we had a strong dam in the flood,
we were hurt by joys, we
broke the dam, the world was flooded,
now there is nothing left of that plain, as if it is a
hundred years old, it is gone, the butler,
now our sorrow is the height of a sea,
where we should touch the sea, it is
not this work, it is not his work, it is not his work, it
is not from this and that, it is from us, it is a
plain head. Green is a river full of water,
we had a strong dam in the flood,
we were hurt by the joys, we
broke the dam, the world was flooded,
now there is nothing left of that plain reap, it seems that it is a
hundred years old, butler is gone,
now our sorrow is like a sea where we
should go to the sea, it is
not this work, it is not his work, it is not his work, it
is not from this and that, it is from us that is on us,
now something is from that plain reaping. It is as
if he has been singing for a hundred years, butler,
now our grief is like a sea where
we should go to the sea, it is not this work, it is not his work, it is
not his work,
it is not from this or that, it is from us, it is not from us, it is from us, it is not from us, it is from us, it is not from us, it is from us, it is not from us, it is
