It pours milk into the burning stomach
At the last second of hope
Man may deceive and deny
It never fails to help
Neighbors may refuse to quench our thirst
It never refuses to satisfy our needs
We, the ungrateful men
Digging a grave for her
Yes, killing her green kids
For sand we may dig her womb
She is still merciful to us and feeds us
Her children are weeping with their disability
Merciless men refuse to hear their cries
Mercy from heaven drizzles as rain
To keep this land and her mind wet
