Am I not in paradise or heaven?
I only see unfamiliar faces
Streets are red and uneven,
A boy, a cow he chases

Born and bred in the city,
Where I used to live
We lived for our community,
And we were taught to give

But here things are different,
Life seems to be so easy
Kids respect their parents,
And help the needy

They milk the cows,
And ride the nags
There are no thugs,
Nor crime or fouls