Shed tears with me
On the dry land
Soil is fragile with fever
Trees and grass are burning
Within the morning meadow
Moisture taste not good
Water is not wanted
Rain is not welcome
Shed tears with me
On the fragile soil
Trees grow with no bird
Grass grow with no worms
Lady-bird lost her heart
She does not fly from tree to tree
She does not nest in the grass
Shed tears with me
On the dry land
Sparrow’s nest is invaded
Her eggs are taken
No chicks to fly this spring
Trees are growing empty
Grass is growing shallow
Warms despise the earth
Earth abandoned the trees
Crow, my companion of dusk
Is quiet with sorrow
Roosters at the crack of the dawn
Break the silence of the night
To cry “Good Morning” in sarcastic tone
