Gently I opened my eye
Feeling the blanket of darkness in my room
Heavy than bag of silver
Every thing was calm
Except for the scowling cry of the wild canine
A while ago
At the village center
We gathered arround
Our local made hearth
Young and old;
Dumb and feeble;
Blind and deef;
Weak and strong;
Rich and poor;
All we gathered of every our kind
To hear the full moon folklore
Of the wise aged elder of our land
After our hearing is full
Maiden will dance to the tradition drum
With their maiden strenght
All we do
Was done at fast pace
Because the wild canine will be out!
If time is not consciously used
Many young kids bear the cost
Except the one that win the race with fox!
