God has a knife in his pocket
Peanut says nothing mess with love, I guess her hands are dirty
If the country is orphaned, count me as an orphan
Poor is the king of this country
In my pity I pity those who fall under the effort of showing off
I'm broke but I'm not heartless
Our tongue reaches out to everything but our hand does not reach
Never let your shadows be bigger than you
If you break your strength, if you can, it will break you
Yes the prosecutor of my heart is my heart
If you have limits in your heaven, let it be yours
Every tear is the bomb that falls on society
May my country smile, my heart rejoice