Folks who can really see you in the sea of happiness! We all betray our own hometown We will happy career as ancestral Put down the pain of the Psalms Today's really big white horses! He villagers than your granary If I suspend my accident if I forget to tell you Put aside my hometown I will not even have to give up their own back home in the harvest of farmers In July, I can always cut back to the desolate The last time to catch up I put on my hat and put on a quiet death suit In July, I can always cut back to the desolate