Responsibility is on the nape of the hardworking pillar.
While one foot is in grave and pulling the collar
On the spot is armor, securing the salvation of the family
He, who is ready to sacrifice himself for the seeds to live happily

Kangaroo that made distance form his built community,
Seeking to earn money to support each member’s necessity
And while producing perspiration in hammering one’s ostentation,
Is how fast the candle melts and the near death orientation.

For every fiber of his silver piece of hair that falls on the ground,
Is sign of fear end, folding one’s yarn in silence of sound
But his sons and daughters don’t mind the time well spent,
Because its pleasure and joy the unaffectionate descent.

And now that his children needs to become a man and a woman,
All he knew about them is a single face of smile and one’s dream of sun.
That he don’t know their identity, that he was used only for technology.
And all he can do is to blame oneself for producing a man of prodigy.

And at the time of his becoming weak realization has footprints,
That it’s not pleasure he should give but an affectionate blueprints.
And at the moment that he was on a coffin, tears don’t even fall from his sprout.
For the development of love and affection does not happen and it’s only one’s abandoned prawn