Whilst the night remains black
The sky rules with the shining power
Without the hope of being found,
The silent night stays benight
Feeling among before beyond.

Where the king lift the crimson crown
The servant runs without a plan
While the queen sleeps on the golden mat
The maids watch all night;
Watching before being watched without a dime

The hills look over the south
The rain falls on the dusty land
The sun shines on the tiny flies
Without lifting its hearts in power

Beloved,
Pride destroys a city without a remedy
Humility makes the city stand firm.
Swallow the pride with your heart
Lift not your shoulder above your head
When the tiny eyes are still your gear