Oh, wind! Take my message to my life who lives far away from the masked people.
My life has gone somewhere to live there happily.
There are every kind of lively things there.
The sun is not so hot and the moon is bright.
Breezes are common there and the nerves are often soothed.
Oh, wind! Tell my life to be happy.
Here, everything hurts.
People deceive but act like innocent.
In the burning hearts, flames of hatred pierce the soft bodies.
The streets are red because the crimes don’t stop.
Mothers are dead and the fathers are lost.
Sons and daughters are killed in broad daylight.
Oh, wind! Be a messenger for a moment and take my message to my life.