I will catch a beetle and present it as a gift
To all the God that are sitting so high.
They will be amazed , even laugh at me
and will grant my family a long , happy life.
They will chat about us , poor Souls.
who were born creative , with beads on the necks.
whose eyes are green , lips biten to blood
because we are thinking what's above.
They will pour heavily rain on our heads.
it will make grow plants and juicy grass.
Everthing stays the same , ordinary circle of life.
But I'll be happy as I was heard.