Monsoon rains on battered earth seeping winds promised growth restoring hues of months long gone despair, it slithers in the undergrowth
Will the new crops douse our hunger? will there be an excess after the elephants plunder? will we make enough to sow again or would the men from the city buy for less again?
We toil daily to feed our children to keep them clothed, to educate them will fate mock us again and again will I have to hang myself like the others in shame?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
