soPlease learn to make gold from the world!I think you're looking for a future for the next dayBut I don't think you like rich peopleMoney has robbed you of meNow alone on the mountain,you are always far awayOh,listen to the bitter tree in lifeI think you're looking for a future for the next dayBut I don't believe youI just like arich lifeI stole your moneyNow alone on the streetYou fly far awayHe was a farmer.He was a farmer.He was a farmer.
