I wished for the better days
So torn I wished for richer days
Poor sky brings me the rainy days
Hunger is shattering around me

Oh Mother Nature hear me
Oh Mother Earth hear my cry
Soil of my land lend me a hand
Hear me, I’m crying

What is the meaning of clouds?
If it never rains
We’re poor, we don’t have our nutrition
We’re poor, our grass is turning brown

Finally Mother Nature heard me
At last my crying came back with something
The clouds are no longer mocking me
The days turned blue