Our chief who says die and we perish.
We thank you chief, but no thanks,
You rest in an ill-time, you’ve done goods
To thou and thy herd.Thy words
Will not forfeit, thy soul won’t be aerated
You come from this soil that you regress
To its dust with no regret.
We hope for rainy days to
Cleanse our tears, tears
For our chief, thy committee
Will pass us on good commitments,
Then we shall respond to the command.
Tell our saints to have an eye on this erd.
Let them wash our bodies, to receive
Herd’s grass. Tell them to let bad days
Wear on. The prince will lead us
To green pasture. Go well top dog.