Did you understand, my son
What are there in this world?
When you think that you will win
You can even lose your head
I am a dervish, I know alot
I am a traveller, I always walk
Worker of the master
There are more and more
Don't over-egg
The pudding please
Be pure
As before
Did you understand, my son
What are there in this world?
There are written sentences
As much as your book
Even though you say
that you understood, my son
I think you haven't understood
The mountains between us
are so huge that
I think you couldn't pass over
My words are for nobody
Maybe they are unfavourable to somebody
We only wrote a song
Let this be known so