In the middle of the political wave
Here the starting points appear
A surreal intersection
Begin the social erosion
You humans are given and give
Reprimands are pronounced dinihari
Inviting your hatred
Which becomes the erosion of identity
Language is no more
Being an intermediary
The kindness made
The hope is reciprocated
The face of sincerity
br/>But the heart is empty
Satisfy yourself with criticizing
While the material is attractive
It is easy for the luxurious to feel
On the other hand the erosion of the nation