I am the brook,
Who starts from the mountain crook
As I'm flowing
I'm glowing
With a cold flow
I gently blow
With a cool breeze

I have a good fame
And a sane
As I flow down
I go to the town
It may be little maddy
The gleam touches my body
I just give a grim.

After meeting tall skyscrapers
I'm filled with papers and wrappers
Now I cant make any tunes
Which is so good as phones
I just gush out to escape from this place
I'm also filled in vase
And I'm just flounce here.

It's time for a brawl-well
In the stony gravel
I think the stones are trained ...