Broke Taken
Sometimes it rains,
sometimes it pours
Pity, these days pass by without stopping
Sometimes it rains,
sometimes it pours
Pity,
these days pass by without stopping
One day the earth will open to your lap
This world is not for anyone,
my master One day the earth will open to your lap
This world is not for anyone,
my master
Your hair is heavy, your teeth are full of ash
Your veins are narrow, your blood is drawn
Your
knees are not equal,
your waist is bent This world is not for anyone,
my master
This world is not for anyone,
my master
This world is not for anyone,
my master
This world is not for anyone, my master
Your grave is dug,
your grave is half-full The black soil becomes a blanket,
it is hugged
It is evening,
your accounts are questioned This world is not for anyone,
my master
It is evening,
your accounts are questioned This world is not for anyone,
my master
Your hair is heavy, your teeth are full of ash
Your veins are narrow,
your blood is drawn Your knees are not equal,
your waist is bent
This world
is not for anyone, my master