Tell those desires, the wishes of the Blessed Bani
Tell us about the trials, not break down
There in our chest, a sea of patience
You will be drowning, tell the measurements
Will not let the soul fall into the abyss of secrets
Don't be rise, stay out of bounds, tell the idiots
Indeed the houses are rough but the morale rocks
Jim's rain, good rain, say rain
Ashes, ashes, we wick dust
Tell us the story of the Caesar's drunkards
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