Let it be said that this note
Will sing and wrath in the world
Like the flames that end the magma.

The mountains would hear the cold
When it wraths
Because the avalanche will submerge
And desert would hug heat of heats.

And when it sings
The sea will romance the beach bank
The breeze will appear like in old theaters of Shakespeare
And sweet fragrance of love would fill the world.

Let it be said that this days to come
Three decades and a half
Three months and a half
Three days at a half.
Lots and it rolls on.
Like cattling away on the back of the horse.