I'm a poor man,
I'm a poor man
It's cold in August,
it's hot in winter
I'm a poor man,
I'm a poor man
It's cold in August,
it's hot in winter
I'm a poor man,
I'm a poor man
Days pass by,
I'm worse than yesterday Why does it burn,
I wonder,
why does it thaw
Empty ashes,
in my eyes,
in my eyes
Why does it burn,
I wonder,
why does it thaw
Empty ashes,
in my eyes
Along with God,
who shall I claim, who shall I say the truth to
The conhecer did not move,
I was on my knees
Who am I to tell?
Who am I to say?
The disaster has struck me on my knee.