All effort of man on earth is your make
You know neither season nor special method
With you in our mist there is no future,
For any living thing both movable and fixed
Your appearance can be expressed through tears
Any that have you does anything for your termination
And till today you are being still respected
All effort of man on earth is your make
You know neither season nor special method
With you in our mist there is no future,
For any living thing both movable and fixed
Your appearance can be expressed through tears
Any that have you does anything for your termination
And till today you are being still respected
