Infautated heart what are you yearning for
Is there a friend,a beloved to ache that you have
Once world burns,you don't have quilt inside it.
Is there a crambled house,a store that you have
Play your flute,make your decision in joy
Your arse is minister,your ear is undersecretary
Play in the sand,in order that rubbish won't sting obviously
Is there any time for you to think
In your world,enjoy yourself
Don't go by the folk's shame on injustice
Treasure to your tambour,violin
You should join too,Is there anything that you lack of in Ney
Up to this 40 years,you have been weighed
You've been accused of for a thousand of time
Somehow,this shit has been dived
Is there a revolt that you have greater than Neyzen