My head is bulging and getting higher and higher.
Spread out, rough face
Sharpen sharp axes and sickles in the village.
Don't be afraid, sun and rain.
Experienced. year after year
I see.
Live with honesty, integrity and tenacity.
Every morning and evening.
Accustomed to listening to it, the sighs and sighs about diesel salt come and go.
Every spring, summer, autumn and winter
Witness, joy and melancholy on every face.
Lying quietly in the middle of the village, next to the ditch.
Spend decades
All ears, day and night to ditch water.
Sing songs of drought and humidity.